Snooze

'Swiss Movement'

The cuckoo clock
taunts me with squawks
of synchronicity,
teasing me;
a casual reminder
of my inherent tardiness.

Taking a bar
of Switzerland's finest -
representing decadence and class,
I secure my revenge,
and stick it up the
cuckoo's ass.

Waiting for the hotel shuttle bus, 1am, Schiphol Airport, Amsterdam, 9th September 2006.
For Sara Diviani, who has the curse of being Swiss (ok, Swiss-Italian).