Only the clock tells me when to stop
LED
Grandfather
Or phone
It knows when I'm alone
I'm happy at ten to two
But it follows
All day and night
Ticking
And fu cking tocking
I can't sleep
It gets louder at night
Slows the shadows
Illuminates what's lost
Softly stretches the skin
Whilst it's ticking
And fu cking tocking
And grinning
And Monday becomes winter.
And Tuesday becomes
Five years time.
I escape for a year or a day
To the sea
Hey you when's high tide?
It was 8.03.
I bury myself in sand,
I'm late
I watch the waves approach
And wait.