CLOCKLESS

the car's wipers
slosh the world back & forth
back'n'forth

how stupid of me
left my heart out in the pain
my thoughts gone rusty

white noise
on the telly
my fingertips touch the static

"Suicide is painless..." I hum
I tell the waiting room
"I...hope...it is!"

the objects in the room
looks terrified
look on in silence

locked inside
the whisper
( the shout )

this room is clockless
time locked outside
howling to get in

I ...sit...and
crochet on the couch
time looks sheepish

clicking needles
I knit
one moment to the next

there is only this
little moment
left to live in

"Too much time..."I tell myself
"That's the trouble. . ." I tell the room
"Think I'll cut it down to size!" I say to nobody

"Time to be gone..."
I say
in a melodramatic way

I laugh at myself
weep in my private
theatre of heartbreak

my reflection & I
both reaching for
the razor blade

the room
holds its breath
I close my eyes &. . .

this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks