Thursday, June 26, 2008

At the end of it all

The clock has gathered momentum
I am hanging on to the long hand
Trying hard to break the spring.

Seconds tick with a deafening roar
A thousand noisy robots
have invaded my sunshine fields.

Gigantic ant legs march along
from the decrepit temple of ambition,
crawling on minute minutes.

The rhythm of the magpie’s wings
syncs with the frozen hour
in the unearthly joggers’ park.

Give you a second?
Sorry I don’t have any.
You missed my train of thought

Nothing can stop me now
I’m chiming to the alarm bells of joy
from the cemetery of dreams.