TIME

Time
By Jimmy Crowley
Minutes are like hours
Yet hours are like minutes.
The clock strikes three
And it’s midnight.
Clocks spin like crosses.
A cable comes unplugged,
And I’m stuck,
Just like a palm tree in a hurricane.
This clock won’t stop turning.
Yet, I find its hands very sexy.
Time, the question is: Why?
Why is the clock so unappealing?