365 Days of Poetry — Day 151

Empty your watches and crush the hands of time.
Pour out your stops and broken, tempted rhymes —
to beats of gears and hands, clapping rhythmically, dictating dimes.

So break its back and bank to follow; pull out its insides and make it hollow.

– Brittany Rose

 Author’s notes:This is a little bit of something that I scribbled down during this morning’s coffee. It isn’t much, however, I figured that it would be better than nothing. Expect another post before too long, by the way. I have made up my mind that I have no excuses this week.


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