Minutes slide by, clock hand dragging its tail
Towards the door that sits too far out of reach,
Dropping away, beguiled by line after line of boring.
Seconds drop to the floor, expiring like
Extra credit candy.

Wrigley’s Willy Wonka Wrapper
Tight teeth fall away,
Gritty green greets me
Gum.

Then a word gets too close, hitting me.
Boring is back again with more time,
The clock hand slugging towards the door
Seconds are seen again, loping like
Marker across the white board.