When it came to her
I had a slender grasp
Though unintentional.
When I think about it.
Deep down it was I rearing
a lack of confidence.
Living up our anonymous
expectation.
Though she was around
My arms would always cross up.
I was righteously liberated.
The perfect punctuation
of how I'd run on mentally,
Constantly around & around.
I wasn't embarrassed.
Revealing which part of her made me tick.
I can tell she didn't expect my answer
But with such a slender grasp,
every second spent with her made me tick.
At least for a little while
Perhaps the most un-thought thought.
Where do we place the batteries when they run out
Or will my arms be crossed up forever
Constantly around & around.
I find that time- such a strange & unusual thing.
Brings focus to things outside of all the crazy
ways arms move.
All in a beautiful destructiveness I can't describe.

We wait and watch
A digital wall or wrist-watch
The ticks and tocks
Of the never ending clocks
Continuing night to dawn
It goes on and on
Never does it consider our mood
It is a date or something we elude
A specific dot to take our stance
We sit, we wait, we do the time dance
It goes on and on
One day it’ll be all gone

I am the cuckoo clock,
Precise,authentic,steadfast  as a rock.
All day long,
Tick tock, tick tock goes my song.
Hung on the wall,
In the main hall,
Tick tock, tick tock, tick,
Not a wink,
My pendulum swings to and fro,
As I view people come and go.
On the dot of the hour,
My cuckoo slides in and out of the door,
Chirps a lovely cuckoo call,
Young and old in the hall,
They cheer all.
I am their cuckoo clock,
A piece of artistic work,
My master's pride,
The family's guide,
To their various routines,
For many many seasons I have been,
On their wall,
In the main hall.

What if
I wrote
about what
I can't talk about
would that make
you
disappear?

Would that
turn me into
a magician?

“Tick tock,”
calls the clock
Time inches on
and doesn’t stop
And dawn begins
We count by tens
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
sings the clock
Time tiptoes on
and doesn’t stop
And morning begins
We’re wading in
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
drawls the clock
Time marches on
and doesn’t stop
And day begins
We fight to win
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
warns the clock
Time hurries on
and doesn’t stop
And noon begins
We pick up again
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
whispers the clock
Time races on
and doesn’t stop
And evening begins
We grab our pens
Waiting for our lives to end.

“Tick tock,”
yells the clock
Time still goes on
and never stops
Night has arrived
The day has died
Make way; a new dawn starts to rise.

Tick

In the tyranny of the measuring clock
Death is but a tortoise in this timeless race
With every slow tick and echoing tock
Forever keeping its careless pace

With so much to do I stay awake
With one foot in front of the other
Running with knees and feet that ache
Time feeds worms a salutary supper

In the end we must lie and nap
Embrace eternal slumbers deadlock
We are just hares caught in times trap
In the tyranny of the measuring clock

Tock