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When the clock says hell
by Scott Cadence
At this desk I fight the short hand
with a keyboard and flashlight
as the long hand ticks away
Its 11:34
And nothing is without cipher
In this life
It gets awfully wordy in here
with several works in motion
and a thousand things to do
Trying to sort through it all
my eyes get lost outside
where the real story is silvered in the city lights
how they seem confused in the smog
deciding whether to shine
or go out completely
Sometimes I want to -
But then I recall that smile
in perfect symmetry,
its sometimes the only thing that brings me back
aligning our emotion together
till were suspended
in the banter of our hearts communication
like static between storm clouds and asphalt
we center in gravity
on and off the record
for one another
abandoning the circles we swam in
till the flooding in each others eyes
is the only reflection of ourselves
truly happy
08/17/2004 Author's Note: from the office, coffeshop, or where ever - I think of you.
Posted on 08/17/2004
Copyright © 2025 Scott Cadence
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 08/17/04 at 10:41 AM Wonderful read, truly like the last stanza! |
| Posted by Tom Goss on 08/17/04 at 01:14 PM Excellent flow... I love "suspended
in the banter of our hearts communication
like static between storm clouds and asphalt" |
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