A Faint Ticking Sound

by on February 1, 2023 :: 0 comments

A young girl is sweeping dead bees and
cigar butts in the town square while the
last bus tonight is limping out of town
like a broke-dick dog,

and the head-light of a freight train
is giving us the stink-eye,

and there should be a new bottle
of Old Crow in that tackle-box
behind your seat.

So don’t feel too bad, kid,
life ain’t nothing but a circus of numbers

and time is just some grand old
abstract machinery they say makes
a faint ticking sound.

But I always thought that was the sound
of the grass growing.

– Jason Ryberg

editors note:

It’s just a tick-tock tipple to pass some time away. – mh clay

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