Clockwork Bride
Posted in poetry on Nov 5th, 2008
Wrinkled time conspires against me. The liquid clockwork voice moves to dance with me. I cannot see her through the dense liquid. I only hear the clockwork motions. We tango, back and forth, to the rhythm of a metronome, moving in directions that I could never understand. Am I just another cog? —- -Jack. I [...]



















