the alarm clock

kills you 

it’s all you ever wanted

all you ever feared 

the sun 

and the moon 

and how small 

we all are

as you close

your eyes at night

curtains pulled

away 

and i hear

the familiar buzz

begging to be heard 

symphonies of birds

barks and choirs

the shower running

loose change on the bedstand 

the smell of shaving cream 

the hum of the car 

familiar rumble

of the garage door.

i still wait to

hear it every morning

as the batteries lie forgotten 

in the bottom drawer 

clock lost somewhere 

under the bed

of ashy pictures 

and soot figures.

so we leave it be.