david badgerow · Nov 11, 2011
i was

i was standing on a street corner yesterday
and cars were whizzing passed me
i was reading nothing
i was drinking coffee
i was smoking
i was minding my own business

a man walked up to me on the street corner
and he asked me what time
my watch said it was

i told him.


he walked away.


my watch hasn't kept time
for weeks.

i don't wear a watch, actually.
 
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