tick tock tick

I grew to hate that clock
and dread it
all of my frustration
with the way things were going
focused on one inanimate
(noisy)
thing because sleep
which was shaky to start with
was constantly broken by the
bong. bong. bong. bong.
even at the quarter hour
and I never was very good
at sleeping on strange boys' couches
but I really hated that
(loud)
(intrusive)
(goddamned)
stupid clock.

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