I covered the clock tower with clocks and clicking watches
I did it for her.
Her mind is not unkind but she lives in space-place
outside of time.
It means she’s always late
which for we who wait is obviously
not great.
Category: Poetry Readings
Forever No, Poetry by Billie Myers
As I lie on a war-tortured beach
Faintly, I feel of comfort of relief
Desperate-light, dawn peaks
Now oversees, into my reach
For day abruptly dawns
The battle. Finally! Finally won
Amazed Death, did not stay
On this, far-from-glorious day
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