Last poem before Christmas! (by Mitch Sisskind)

Poem: He wore an alarm clock…

He wore an alarm clock around his neck,
Pendant-like, hung by a shiny chain;
At the place on Diversey, I forget its name,
He ate a hamburger in a booth, alone.

Now across the distance of the years
What seemed meshugenah is otherwise
Revealed. So hello, friend! You there!
Man with a clock around your neck!

Oh we laughed at you in ’55 but
Now I understand – and see this
Alarm clock around my neck?
This hamburger? That mocking child?

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