I've The Time

What’s the time?
Its ten past ten.
I love that time, that’s my favorite time.
Nice watch too.
Too nice Too nice to be my watch.
This watch without a doubt was worthy of the title ‘watchtastic’.
My mind suddenly drifted to things other than my beautiful, brilliant, fantastic watch.
It drifted into a world of clocks and hands where I would frolic amongst the ticking tocking cogs ever in perfect synchronized motion.
My watch! Forever moving clockwise! I must be in your world! My wonderful, perfect, brilliant, spectacular, flawless, amazing, incredible, fantastic watch!
Due to my sudden -I’ll accept craziness- I now own eighty-four clocks. All clockwise, all clocks. My flawless kingdom is a paradise for me and anyone who also chooses to revel in the eternal peace of the simple, ticking, tocking clock.
Paradise?
Yes paradise.
*
“I can’t stand the tick; I can’t stand that cruel, fierce, evil, tock! Go away! Leave my mind! I’ll destroy you! Leave my mind!”
I leapt psychotically from my once peaceful, comforting bed, now tainted by
“That Ticking, tocking beast! I’ll crush you! I’ll destroy you!”
I flailed my arms wildly as I pounded through the tiny cardboard hallway of this horrible paper walled flat block listening for ticking, listening for the tocking, though daggers in my mind still my target, my destination.
“Death to you, door!” I screamed as I exploded my fist through the pathetic tissue paper noise shield of my enemy.
"I’ll end you now, my ticking tocking friend."
*
My face, encased in a jungle of misunderstood clocks was his target. I could feel the presence of a maniac, a crazy person, someone who couldn’t understand my world, a traitor.
*
“No, clocks, it’s not you fault, although I will ram my fist through every last one of you to find the big man, your ruler.”
*
Tick tock, crash boom, bang clash kaboom
Crash bang, smash clang, the clocks have now met their doom
They have.
*
I am the prey. I hide from the man with anger, and he will not find me.
“I’ll hunt you, clock man. Your clocks are gone but I know you’re here; I can feel your cowardly fear.”
He paused for a moment in an unsettling silence. “You coward!”
I could hear his sounds, though faint and muffled, like a pounding drum, a pounding drum pounded by a maniac. How can he not understand me? This is beauty, not annoyance. Leave, you psychopath.
*
Oh I just can’t wait; I can’t wait until I have him in my hands. So I can rip him apart! He deserves this; this is an annoyance punishable by death! This evil, evil room!
Yes, he does deserve this, he does…
*
Oh my friends, you may be smashed but I can hear your suffering cries to me, my friends, you will live! That maniac cannot kill you; he cannot end your life. Thank you watchy, my favorite friend, calling out to me with your sparkling smile, warming my soul, melting the cold, cold ice your friend’s brutal beatings has cast upon my heart. I love your beautiful ten past ten smile, I love you. You’re smile. Your whimsical, joyous smile. As your friends die! I can’t take it any longer, they’re dead! They’re gone! They’ve left this world that has been so cruel and merciless to them! And you do not frown, you do not morn the senseless slaughter of the friends who have helped you and loved you! You cruel, vicious, evil thing! You deserve no less than the cruel, brutal kiss of the bathroom door! “Die! Leave me! Be destroyed!"
The room was ablaze with shattered glass and misunderstood hands. A cold, lonely leather strap draped over the dusty window ledge.