AT THE MORNING DESK

clock in

&

hammer down

&

type up the giants in the mist

~

the level of fruitlessness

that could 

end this

meat reportage

i have yet to discover

JOY OR MIGRAINE, A BOTOX QUESTION

what

crucial nuance extrapolation
will
the
babies not timely learn

from
that
one everyday expression
mum

&

dad
do

all the clock round 

no

matter

the migraine or joy

HOSPITAL POP

furious & cold

black swan moments

simple as a singsong hello

simple as a clock on the wall

crash in
upend you

in the early morning wards
wonderful smell of toast

OR BUBBLEGUM

but was a baby
like we all were

before 

being

s t r e t c h e d 

on

the 

rack of the world

like a dali clock

or bubblegum

& pumped full of filler

& cheap grout that stains

~

always 

wondering

what day 

today is

& 

how it was

that we used to know

PADDED OUT WITH DEJA VU

forever has lost its reach
&

is padded out with deja vu

& 

i 

repeat myself

repeat myself

repeat myself

going round
like a clock
goes round

bloody allergy nostrils

flaring again

in spring again

at the redolence of murdered grass

WHERE SANITY TUCKED ITS FEET

i feel

its like
as if
times been being

s t r e t c h e d

instead 

of its 

regular

subjective

slide

~

i felt 

its tension 

let loose

i felt 

it crash 

into tender places

upsetting the dinner table

where sanity tucked its feet

~

& 

the clocks i thought

that measured time

i 

see hurrying now

to 

just keep up

STOLE OURSELVES

 

the clock thuds

fekking lump hammer on my anvil skull

anvil ?

fekking salmonella eggshell

but its not its fault -

i put the battery in it
like i can measure time

our arrogance !
mine . . .

do the clocks thud like this
across town ?

taking
taking
taking

everybodys lovetime away


~

countdown & reminder

black choppers incoming

failing plumbing

the clock thuds 

thud thud thud

deaths footfalls - ha !

why not ?

or
just

another

reductive
machine

we stole ourselves with

photo Widescreen Rooftop Blues courtesy of the Dagenham Archive

TIME DIAGRAM 3

in this clock plague of turbo instants

all there is to do

is blink & hope for

please

please

please

not me
not yet

not NOW

& accept the heavy sadness

of the ruined bodies fall

from latimes.com

SINCE THE VOICES I HEARD

my 
passenger seat 
blue moonface
dead gazes at
the time-slip ebay clocks 
ticking ticking ticking
relentless & showing

how
long
its
been
since the voices i heard
over my shoulder
when we were hanging
gaming & green blowing

were
meatworld
here

raw nerve slaying
burr edge dulling

our
bad run
warm rum 
delirium 
showing

from angelaggentile.com

TOWN DOWN

EMPTY TICK CLOCK

fridge hums
clock ticks
cat wheezes

and repeat

outside -

flatbed truck rattles 
tracksuit kid rings a hand bell
sky is underfelt or discarded iron

and when i get my boots on
and get myself out there
the
wind
is 
uncertain - it has no nose today
and
only
blows
round
corners

from traceysolomon.wordpress.com

MODERN TIME

the knock-tick clock
is
round and translucent and rests off-centre
on hospital windowsill

it
lets light thru in a moon glow

its meaning is evasive - a strange machine
no
interesting 
intricate 
workings whirling inside

only a blunt power cell grey in its belly

NICEDAY says it simple brand propaganda

while
outside
the silent fixed window
weightless blossom
floats
aimless
free and mysterious
white with a diffused moon glow

AS I SAID TO THE JUDGE . . .

sometimes theres a looseness
in the mornings

like the clocks
are unteethered

and it could be anywhere and at anytime
like
an
eternal
classroom
forever

and i MUST hold on tight to someone
so
i
dont
fall
off the world