I needed a doctor for this broken watch
I burned both my eyes out from watching it tick right up and in the wrong direction
No one ever talks about the fact that there's no tocking
but there's not---
and so I let it sit there upon my wrist
as if to run its course
rusting into my bones and letting the backside stencil itself into my fissures
There was this shaman and he had the advantage of a right hand
but the rest of him was disfigured
like the rest of us who got ourselves in this mess
to begin with
and end with---
so I decided to call it
right here in this entropical climate
with one glance at this irreparable Cartesian conundrum of ours
T.O.D.---
likely yesterday
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