Police Man - writeen 4-19-99 (at 16)

moments
a clock measures the moments
and each one i could hate,
but remember it later and fall
in love with it
each second the clock measures
holds its own colors, smells, textures,
temperature, sounds
that all make up a moment
the clock - the police man
constantly warning, beating
you over the head with its message
I ignore
The moment is passing.
I close my eyes.
This moment never will be again.
I take one last sniff of your
blue sweater
before the second hand kicks me
out the door.
Never will be again.
Moments.