Moments circle
the mantel clock
tick by tick
yet it stutters,
hesitates like a comedian
skilled at timing
for shock value
when truth is funny
only because its pain
dangles like long blond
tendrils on a tie-dyed
brunette in a rewound
nightmare with staring
roles played by men
with gavels, women
with high pitched voices
staring down hope
with dead blue eyes
on a Dali canvass.
©Peggy Eldridge-Love 2013
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