It hangs there on the wall mocking me
Smug round face surrounded in calculated distance.
Tick Tick Ba-da-Tick
Something is off
I was supposed to get a call by midnight
Tick Tick No-call-Tick
I was supposed to know
That you were home by now, and ok.
Tick Tick Not-right-Tick
It’s 11:59 and the only sound in the house
Is this maddening tempo
Tick Tick Ha-ha-Tick
I think it’s mocking me
My head is down on the table waiting it out
Tick Tick Con-stant-Tick
It could drive you insane
That sound, endless, coldly uncaring
Tick Tick And-a-Tick
Enough! I rise from the table
Charge at the hands held up in 11:59 defense
Tick Tick Don’t-hurt-Tick
How can it still be 11:59?
Did I fall into the twilight zone, hypnotized by treachery?
Tick Tick Who-me-Tick
I rip it from the wall and turn it around to see
No battery…fear prickles up my neck
Tick Tick How-could-Tick
Then it dawns
I’m listening to the clock from another room.
It’s 1:03. And the phone rings.
- Blog post 6/52 – check
- Writing in the screenplay – check – word count up 1342
- Drawing – check
- Feet writing & drawing – check.
Until next time…