Summary
The poem "Narcotic Minutes" reflects on the drudging passage of time, personifying it as an addictive substance that numbs despair.
Abstract
"Narcotic Minutes" is a contemplative poem that uses the metaphor of time as a narcotic to explore the monotonous and hypnotic effect of its relentless progression. The author describes time as a rhythmic ticking, akin to an amputee dulled by painkillers, suggesting a painfully numb existence. The poem paints time as a paradoxical antidote that the poor man clings to, becoming addicted to its narcotic-like minutes and seconds enhanced by steroids and opioids. The imagery of a grandfather clock swaying and singing nostalgia into existence emphasizes the mesmerizing dance of time, while the simple yet profound "Tick…Tock…" echoes the subdued trance of those waiting for an end to their temporal captivity.
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Because the clock on the wall keeps ticking away. Dully, Rhythmically, like an amputee on painkillers. Painfully numb. Time is the poor man’s antidote to despair. Strangely addicted to narcotic minutes. Seconds on steroids and opioid days. Counting down the minutes, Following the gentle sway of the pendulum, As grandfather clock sings, Nostalgia into existence.
Tick…Tock… Subdued and hypnotized by the illusion, That this will all be over soon.
