The Electric Clock

The clock ticks,

And hums.

Because it is electric.

I thought about buying a battery operated one

Or maybe one of those digital alarm clocks,

but I didn't.

The clock tells me the time of day,

If I set it correctly.

Sometimes I forget that the power went out last month

and I did not reset my clock.

I see it and think that the time is right;

did I tell you that it hums?

Because it is electric.

The clock ticks,

And hums.

Maybe I will set it right today,

if I can find one set at the proper time that is------and I'll never have to ask again,

"does anyone know what day it is?"

And sometimes,

(not always, only sometimes),

when I see red, its really blue;

And the hum I hear is madness breaking through,

Or maybe its just the thing that some clocks do.

And if no-one hears the sounds I say I do

does the clock tick on for no one,

even you?

Ticks and hums.

Because it is electric?

But I never set it right -- the clock that is,

not since the power went out,

I'm pretty sure.

And maybe I never will,

and then again I might

-- and that's OK too---

Because my clock,

it still runs,

and it ticks

and it hums;

I'm so glad that it is electric.

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