Clock-Stricken : English poem by Farblos Artem

 

Tick Tock Tick Tick

Tick Tock Tick Tock

 

My fragile mind tied with dense iron chains

Confined to the three regimes

Seconds minutes hours

Matter Space Time

My Brain’s pink flesh caged twice

Of bone skull and God’s voice

 

 

What time is it now ?

Is it worktime ? Is it five ?

Or is it four ? An hour to five

Or is it three ? Two hours to five

Is it this ? Is it that ?

 

Tick Tock Tick Tick

Tick Tock Tick Tock

 

My clock-stricken life

Somebody’s calling for my name

Chores, Tasks, Duties, Work

Somebody’s calling for my name

Clients have been texting all night

Quick, hurry – Quick, hurry

Time’s runnin’.

Out ‘a hands.

 

 

My caged mind’s at work, the good guy

Work piling up – work being done

Work in line – Work being done

Others wish for a life like mine

What Fools !

 

Tick Tock Tick Tick

Tick Tock Tick Tick

 

I excel at what I do straight

I bear the burden of my èclat

Somebody’s calling for my name

In my clock-stricken life

Chores, duties, tasks and work

 

My mind is trapped

My thought is incised

 

Tick Tock Tick Tick

Tick Tock Tick Tock

 

 

By Farblos Artem

November 17th, 2023