In Your Tzara Dream

The hands have been pulled out of all the clocks in the world.⁠—Tristan TzaraGrains et IssuesThe clocks wait, naked. Hands left late last night.Now vacant time can’t name later or now.Your floor is too orderly⁠—black squares, whiteoblongs stare back with evil smiles to spiteloose clocks. You’re naked and your left-hand knightsa random pawn that entered from the rightside of a black bed. It’s time to bowto naked clocks. Their hands escaped this night.Now vacant eyes open late. Open now.—Mark J. Mitchell