glorify the hour

i had a dream where a man in a suit with a nice watch stopped me when i was walking in the city and his socks were soaked and his shoes dripping with the pungent oils of gasoline and he took out a cigarette and asked me for a light and i said fine alright and handed him a lighter in exchange for his watch. as i walked away i realized the watch was in fact broken – it couldn’t tell me anything, much less the time, and it hung there on my wrist like a shackle, a hunk of glass and metal glittering violently in the sun.