Perhaps you knew from the sign
What kind it was
What kind of leverage it had
When it pieced me together.
Perhaps you knew when it cried
I was fine
You knew better.
Saturday the time
A calm front
Eyes burning into head
What does that mean
Eyes burning into head
It means...
Whatever keeps you up at night
A Saturday less sleep
Set metronome to three
Hours sleep
Perhaps you knew
When I cried
Tick tock
Time pendulum
Switches back and forth
Is it alarming
Only morning knows
And there was afternoon
And there was evening
Noon.
Denis Streeter 3/26/11
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