i spent the morning
smashing
all of the clocks
in the house
my pastime
is staring
into time past
so keeping
an up to date
registry
on the time
i will not consider
until it is long over
seems prudent

i keep
the brass gears
in a dish
trying to fathom
the secreta
to putting them back
together
in reverse order
to undo
the moments
of bitter shame
of loss
of sorrow
to turn the hands
in a feeble attempt
to wash it all
away