24 Sep 2015


‘Ware the ticktock man
Waiting patiently, absently
Feathers stilled perched waiting.
Move quickly we are gone
Scene changed, zoetroped into infinity
Clatter and rattle of daily grind
Clamouring for attention and action
He stands again, another corner
Another place.  Always there
Hiding in plain sight
                           Tick tock
A black smudge
A mote in the eyes' corner
A reminder
Hours shuffle past with a
Dealers efficiency
                     See the spade
                     Spot the heart
                            Tick tock

End game.