~the antithesis of the poem human clock~
Once lived a man in a small mouse house
Who grew sick mooning a world he pouts
He dreamed of unfearing
Confident grins of men
Or fearing their charm
Or fearing their twins
Or fearing their shoes
Or fearing their watch
Or fearing their umbrellas
Floating in dark scotch
The door blew open with a sudden loud thud
That sent the sunshine drying away the blood
It licked out the candles toppling their sticks
Shook the man awake from the falling bricks
There was no where to run but be
Unafraid of suns
Unafraid of glory
Unafraid of guns
Unafraid of forests
Unafraid of hawks
Unafraid of children
Spinning small rocks
All the clocks teeth shimmered upon the oak
Suddenly reassembled and rocked as it spoke
It blazed every puppet head howling in flame
Unfreezing the hour hocked hard with shame
And he
Loved the fumes
Loved the police
Loved the razors
Loved the geese
Loved the trusses
Loved the horns
Loved the flowers
Pickled sharp with thorns
The house pounds down upon her head
Everyone cheer the wicked witch is dead!
Red house like a hammer heavy as lead
Everyone cheer the wicked witch is dead!
He
Embraces the vanes
Embraces the tones
Embraces the games
Embraces the poems
Embraces the danger
Embraces the breath
Embraces the phones
Embraces the death
Embraces the lantern
Embraces the blocks
Unafraid of laughter
Through the door locks