His ticker was ticking, but skipping its tock.
He opened the panel to examine the clock.
The gears were all there, the nuts and bolts, too.
The cogs were not missing, what else could he do?
With the twist of a lever, he popped off his pate-lid,
To see if his brain was where the true problem hid.
The lobes were all there, the parts were clean and
unrusted.
(In fact, his gray matter had been recently dusted.)
He tinkered and prodded and poked all around,
Not one mechanical failure was found.
Frustrated, his boiler began to bubble and scream,
And this caused his sight-orbs to fill up with steam.
Unthinking and maddened, he deployed armor of steel,
He locked down his brakes and then dug in his heels.
Still, he tried to move forward, but only managed to reel--
In the end he just stood there, spinning his wheels.
- Lisette Atiyeh
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