This place gets old
Stained walls,
Broken roads..
Surrounded, crowded..
Still, familiar..
Only familiar
Something's different
The scent?
The people? You?
Ah, No more you...

Your walk,
How you look..
More certain..
Different from what I've known
Is it change?
Is it the clock?
That keeps ticktocking
And every tick is a step
Taking you away
Far from me..

Time changes everything
Wait, no, no..
Time leads us..
To 'who we're suppose to be'
We don't change..
In process of getting to know
We discover,
This life
This place
Ourselves.

A clock to watch the time
the seconds ticktock beat
like heart in chest
or foot on street

One handed mid-night chime
morning comes before the sun
two hands to meet again
in the post-meridian

The moon, she is sublime
my clock and her share faces
but only once a month
a matched homeostasis

And the golden summer days
turn to frigid winter nights
autumn romp in leaves
spring spent flying kites

The child in us parts ways
the ticktocking beat remains
time accelerates
the moon begins to wane

The years become a haze
the months replace the days
seconds don't exist
your memory disobeys

your life is just a tick
your death is soon to talk
years, they go by quick
while we sit
and watch
the clock...

The keys are under the garden gnome
Do let yourself in
No need to knock
There's nothing here to win

The tea bags
Are in the flower jar
Please don't let the cat
Wander off too far

And remember
The day
And remember
The way
We smiled


Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

The Moon was always
Your favorite thing
Silver and pock-marked in the sky
Now all I can think of
Are the echoes of grey
In my scribbled on goodbye

My broken pencils
Your broken sighs
We left it all
Inside our mismatched lives
-Under the tables
And on the stairs
We said our prayers

And I remember
The day
And I remember
The way
We cried


Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

Inside the house
There are stars
Blinking down from the ceiling
And the cars are zooming
Through the rooms
Like abandoned heirlooms

And you remember
The day
And you remember
The way
We lied


Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

The night is young
You can still catch the last train
To the Moon or to Spain
I won't run after you
I'm stuck in the slow lane

Do you remember
Those October nights
The locks and the lights
And all the angry fights
Do you remember the
Ticktocking satellites?

I won't be coming after you
I'm stuck in the slow queue

It’s Really CRAZY How...
We Communicate Now... ?!?
  
From Behind A Mask...
... To Simply Ask...
A Question About A Daily Task... ?
And That’s Just The Start... !!!
  
From DIFFERENT ROOMS...
We Now Claim To ZOOM... ?!?
  
So Now It’s... APPS...
That Are Running Chats...
And That’s A Fact... !!!
  
What’s Up With That... ?!?
  
Yes We Have To ADAPT...
  
But To Me It’s SAD...
That Humans Now...
Are Stuck In Clouds...
With No Planes Around... ?!?
  
I... Truly Doubt...
That Ways Now Found...
To Scream And Shout...
Are Remotely Sound...
  
When What We’ve Found...
Are Ways To Be Drowned...
By... Cancel Crowds... !!!
  
Because of Things Said...
... On The Internet...
  
The Traps Been Set...
By This World Wide Web...
That’s Said To Connect...
What We Want To Express...
  
I Think It’s Really Sad...
That Most Are Now Trapped...
Behind A Screen...
If You Get What I Mean... ?
  
... NO Physical Presence...
Now Required To Strengthen...
Bonds Between Folks...
Because of Smart Phones...
And Calls From Zones...
In Locked Down Homes... !?!
  
UNLESS You’re A Doctor...
Or A... New Age HOLMES... !!!
  
How Smart Are We Being...
When What We’re Seeking...
Is..... Distanced Speaking...
Instead of Meeting...
To Exchange A Greeting... ?!?
  
Tech Is MARCHING...
But Are Humans Advancing... ?!?
  
With... NO More Dancing...
Holding On To Each Other... ?!?
  
Living Life Undercover...
So Connections Are Smothered...
  
It’s A CRAZY Time... !?!
When You Can GO LIVE...  
Pretty Much ANY TIME...
As Long As Your WIRED...
  
Or Indeed WIRELESS... !!!
  
NO Need To Connect...
Or To Feel The Presence...
of A Personal Friend...
  
I Sense INTERFERENCE...
In Things Now Spread...
Like... Tarantulas Legs... !!!
  
Radio Waves All Over The Place...
NO MORE Face To Face... !!!
  
Just The Sight of Eyes...
When We Go Outside...
  
And Even When...
These Lockdowns End...
Will We Ever Blend...
Like We Used To AGAIN... ?!?
When Modern Tech...
Will Set The Trend...
And TRACK What’s Said...
By... Acquaintances...
  
Privacy... DEAD... !!!
  
When Data Collects...
From E-Mails Sent...
  
Doesn’t Make Much Sense...
To Those Who Wish...
To Keep Things... PRIVATE... !?!
  
It’s A Whole NEW ERA...
Where Tech’s The Connecter...
That May... DISSECT Us...
Rather Than Connect Us...
  
But... Who Controls...
How Connections Flow... ?!?
  
Big Brother Now...
Is Built To Listen...
Using ALGORITHMS... !!!
  
Power Now Resounds...
Through Much That Is FOUL...  
That Is Internet Bound... !!!
  
So To Communicate...
ISN'T Quite The Same...
As The Good Old Days... !!!
  
But The Youth Are Consumed...
By These Apps They Use...
  
TickTocking' And SHOCKING...
In The Posts That They’re Dropping... !!!
  
EXPOSING PROBLEMS... !!!
And... Video SHOCKERS...
Just To Gain WATCHERS... !?!
  
Seems Like NONSENSE...
To Older Heads But As I Said...
  
Most Heads Now Seem Set...
To Adapt To Trends...
That May Not Defend...
What We Call FREEDOM... ?!?
  
These Thoughts I Collect...
DON’T CALL But CONNECT...  
My Words To Express...
Through Paper And Pen...
Well... Telephone Text...
That Becomes Poems...
  
That Cast Some Doubt...
On What We’ve Found...
To Be The Grounds...
For Now Using Our Mouths...
  
Because How We Relate...
And Now... Communicate...
  
Leaves Me Thinking...
  
That It’s.....
  
“ CRAZY How We Do It Now “