Cronometro

run this clock ten minutes fast
till every last bit of time is passed
and everything stands still
as i bend the past unwillingly to my will

shrill and sleek ill cut the losing streak
glossy and fine machined well oiled, fired and primed
we’ve all learned hearts are weak
and insanity is our mind

knock ideas back and forth
like wind-chime notes
ive had so many words stop dead
and stay caught in my throat

ive no slack left on the rope
and im stretching my hand as far as i can
but i cant paw the blueprint
i dont know where to stand

ill hover over quicksand to land in the minefield
ignore the fantasy and run from the real deal
the falseness you touch see taste and feel
ive got a cure for the sickness in all these little pills

feed them to the five year olds
prescribe the kindergartners
destroy developing minds
and tell them all work harder

a man runs a marathon
but the finish stretches farther
with every beating step
his heart pumps that living armor

a jawline and pearl teeth
silver tongued charmer
i see some horns out his forehead
and the room is getting warmer

ill take a hint at the first glint
the first quick glimpse of something gone amiss
im keen on vibe and act on scent
but i dont know where my money went

this clock is running slow
and im losing time so fast
i just cant seem to catch
the second that just passed

Cronometro

Samuel Madruga

Marina, United States

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