11/98
It’s eleven fifty-six on my broken watch
It’s the twenty-second day of some month
Time is standing still. Nothing’s going fast
My life is ebbing away
No time to waste or things to do
The clock will not move
Dead men tell not tales
Broken Watches keep no time
Antagonistic prick in my life
Hate this and want him to die
No time at this time, none ever
I’m stuck in an 11:56 world
No time to waste or things to do
The clock will not move
Dead men tell not tales
Broken Watches keep no time
Am I dead? Am I alive?
Do I care about anything?
Do I love anyone?
No time to answer
No time to waste or things to do
The clock will not move
Dead men tell not tales
Broken Watches keep no time
“For: Walt”
It’s eleven fifty-six on my broken watch
It’s the twenty-second day of some month
Time is standing still. Nothing’s going fast
My life is ebbing away
No time to waste or things to do
The clock will not move
Dead men tell not tales
Broken Watches keep no time
Antagonistic prick in my life
Hate this and want him to die
No time at this time, none ever
I’m stuck in an 11:56 world
No time to waste or things to do
The clock will not move
Dead men tell not tales
Broken Watches keep no time
Am I dead? Am I alive?
Do I care about anything?
Do I love anyone?
No time to answer
No time to waste or things to do
The clock will not move
Dead men tell not tales
Broken Watches keep no time
“For: Walt”
*Note* Originally published in "Staving Away the Sadness" (PublishAmerica, 2004) Originally posted on the now defunct AzrielJohnsonAuthor.blogspot.com 04/08/06
Azriel Johnson is an inkspatter analyst and a serial writer by night. He runs a small, not money losing publishing press and a weekly open mic with monthly features called Writing Knights Press and Writing Knights: Stark.
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