TICK TOCK MAN
‘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.