Time and Timepieces (Last Night’s Dream)
Poetry by Valerie Fox
There was this wall of sound clicking
that you almost remember
an action repeated ten times.
to words that start with T.
You notice horizons and vanishing
You are a child
not an alligator.
That watch was a bad-luck present
Your enemy sidles up to your coupons.
Enter the advertising
(wearing a toga).
You are ever the child
like that Dickens character
who prostitutes his daughters, sort of.
Calendars paper your walls, tilted
A poor outlook.