marți, 3 decembrie 2013

Wasting borrowed time

tick-tock goes the clock
past my crimson swollen

tick-tock drum my temples
as the sun sends shivers
in the afternoon

tick-tock break my soles
in dirty alley corners
after dark

tick-tock swallows the bed
heaps of hollowed pens

tick-tock cries my breast
against iron claws
that spiral

tick-tock blush my arms
beneath admired cloth
in the morning

tick-tock goes the clock
without even stopping
to watch

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