Stopping all clocks

We were to stop all the world clocks
But neighbor had to catch early local.
A stupid phone would ring raucously
In excited ring tones for puppy love.

We give up and now we put him out
With somber aspect of funeral hush.
Female murmurs cut through the air
About son not turning up for funeral .

Son stops world clocks in a distance.
He is cutting off  the world’s phones.
He is packing up the sun and moon
From the other side of the Atlantic.

(Taking off on W. H. Auden’s poem “Stop all the clocks”)

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s