Dec 2024
THE TICK OF THE TOCK
the clock
stuffing yet another tick tock
into an already packed silence
the grandfather clock
stopping the mouse in mid squeak
pausing the spider that...weaves
"****!"
chanted the clock
"****! ****! ****!"
"****!"
the grandfather clock
freezing time for an instant
my young face
reflected in the grandfather clock
the big hand at my left ear the little hand at my chin
the seconds
swinging on the pendulum
of the old grandfather
"****!"
shouted the grandfather clock
lining up all the seconds into an hour
the grandfather clock
stopping grandfather in his tracks
to check his fob watch
TIME running
in fear of its life
chased by the grandfather clock
*
Tumbled out of bed with these running about my head...typed them in a minute and here they are running about the world riding ******* on an Internet....should have saved them for New Year's Eve but it was so nice to have thought them...wrote them and then Internetted them all in the space of 5 minutes. The grandfather clock just walked into my mind and asked me to write him so I couldn't say no...now ...could I?
Next the nest of tables have taken fright and taken flight...oh now the chairs are staging a sit-in and the table has barred the door. I can't think...the light bulbs have gone on the blink. Help...the furniture is rebelling against its inhuman human masters.."It's curtains for you buddy boy!" the curtains sneer in a threatening manner. The windows don't know where to look. "It's all gone **** up!" shouts the unmade bed. The fridge is looking at me coldly. The chair is having it off with the stair. Where oh where will it all end! Helppppppppppppppppppp!!!!!
the clock
stuffing yet another tick tock
into an already packed silence
the grandfather clock
stopping the mouse in mid squeak
pausing the spider that...weaves
"****!"
chanted the clock
"****! ****! ****!"
"****!"
the grandfather clock
freezing time for an instant
my young face
reflected in the grandfather clock
the big hand at my left ear the little hand at my chin
the seconds
swinging on the pendulum
of the old grandfather
"****!"
shouted the grandfather clock
lining up all the seconds into an hour
the grandfather clock
stopping grandfather in his tracks
to check his fob watch
TIME running
in fear of its life
chased by the grandfather clock
*
Tumbled out of bed with these running about my head...typed them in a minute and here they are running about the world riding ******* on an Internet....should have saved them for New Year's Eve but it was so nice to have thought them...wrote them and then Internetted them all in the space of 5 minutes. The grandfather clock just walked into my mind and asked me to write him so I couldn't say no...now ...could I?
Next the nest of tables have taken fright and taken flight...oh now the chairs are staging a sit-in and the table has barred the door. I can't think...the light bulbs have gone on the blink. Help...the furniture is rebelling against its inhuman human masters.."It's curtains for you buddy boy!" the curtains sneer in a threatening manner. The windows don't know where to look. "It's all gone **** up!" shouts the unmade bed. The fridge is looking at me coldly. The chair is having it off with the stair. Where oh where will it all end! Helppppppppppppppppppp!!!!!
