A Clock's Tale

"the world sucks" screeched an alarm clock

crawled all the way to the sink

pretended not to see his toothbrush

"things could be better" echoed the water

splashing on his forehead where twelve hangs

placed himself inside a pressed shirt

same color as yesterday, blue, but a slightly darker shade

steering wheel felt the same to his palms

same as last year and the year before

with slightly fatter fingers

"one is shorter then the other" 

his eyes scanned his arms again while reaching

to the start button of his desktop 

"coffee or tea" asked the office boy with a bright smile

"either" bleated the clock

processed a few email requests 

moved to the right and left in his chair

did couple of arm stretches 

and turned off the lights at five

wet detergent residue on the garage floor 

gave him a personal earhtquake and a following coma

"you suck" shouted a monkey wrench with higher diploma

aiming his beeper first, then the battery holder and more

his deep sleep staged a re-cycling factory where 

he transformed into a magic music box 

spraying velvet notes with scent and aroma

that heal the ill foreboder and quiet the alarm

to then turn up the joy and awe
felt by the audience of this musical drama