TICK…TOCK? – POEM

antonio turok foto time

Time: it’s all anyone ever wants

Your time, every last second

Hours hacked away, like meat from a bone,

To greedy hands, sucking with  vacuous need

Bending clocks into Dali-esque shapes, all there

Draining, claiming your precious

Life one quiet slurp at a time,

Never enough to fill the mouths

At the end of the straw.

 

3 thoughts on “TICK…TOCK? – POEM

  1. this is very good. i like.

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  2. Blood is like fine wine, it is dark and tastes sweet to vampires, especially when aged.

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