Alarm Clock

Broken clocks with wooden blocks And the power is out again. Cold burning hands lifted up with a little sacrificial parenthetical nonsense "Yuletide noreaster winding down" Of course it will be cold - it always is. And there will be red numerals flashing in the morning. Isaac is having his nightmares again, Feeling like a tied down goatskin. maybe it is just that Old Testament slang. Some say single syllable saliva. Some say killing time on Mount Moriah. Now a fifth of gin in the pillowtop linen, May be worse a sin than to kill kin. And the blankets are tangled thickets, The alarm clock is tuned to AM radio.