Monday, August 01, 2011


There’s no planet on my shoulders
Or monkey on my back.  Something
Else has fused itself onto my spine.
The universe and irony have welded on
A gigantic clock to weigh me down.
Each tic blares to deafen just a little more
And take another precious piece of sanity away.

One O’Clock I’ve lost a friend.
Two O’Clock, I hear her voice.
Three O’Clock, I’m left with silence.
Four O’Clock, I crave the noise.
Five O’Clock, was that a scream?
Six O’Clock, it’s only tears.
Seven O’Clock, it’s getting dark.
Eight O’Clock, I need a drink.
Nine O’Clock, I’ve drank it all.
Ten O’Clock, there’s nothing left.
Eleven O’Clock, I hit the floor.
Twelve O’Clock I’ve lost myself.


You've found your way inside my head and now there's no way out!