One-a.m. Ticcing.
Ticking. Clicking. The clock can’t
Stop saying that word.
Momentarily…
Momentarily… out loud
Thoughts flood in the dark
Staccato stillness –
Cascading electrical
Pulses. On. On. On.
•
Numbers are other
Worldly: bright gluey dew goo
Axons, glitterly
Reverberating.
Precision tuning fork chimes,
Through the scaffolded
Crystalline lattice
of genetic hyperspace.
– Counted on fingers.
•
Hemispheres diffused.
Fresh alloy-ground bean nuclei
Funnelled up over
the meniscus’
Intermittent taut quietude…
Before the rippled
Circles, concentric
Memories, skim like polished stones
to the hulled, rind rim.
•
I stir my coffee
Round and around the wrist-click clock:
Syncopated ticks.
Not tics – just ticks and
Clicks and spoon stims. Caffeinated
Pill peristalsis
Cream and green pep pods
Split from the pack on the kitchen
High shelf allotment.
•
Psycho-
Neurotic
Phonetics:
Demand avoidant
Octadic heptades, gently,
Undisguisedly
Teasing out the count.
Short of a conscientious
End beyond itself.
•
Images purl down
Celestial shoulders, freed
Gestural droplets
Lapping and tapping
Phobic mosaics. Fogged folk songs
Ink stippled glass lights;
Torrential elbows
Angled juxtapositions
– Windows painted shut.
•
Low clouds cast jewelled
Shadowy splays at brick walls
Taller than stone trees
Soporific stills.
Quivering pearl-petalled bulbs
Question cold, bared roots
Afraid to look up,
Contemplating dulled amber
Night’s street lamp sadness.
•
Thirty one million,
Five hundred and thirty six
Thousand orbital
Clicks, three moons removed
From familial collisions;
Asteroid ice. Trimmed
Paper plate planets
Hung out to dry but left there
To rip in the rain…
