he always had his thumb
and index finger in his watch
pocket trying to hold time
still
it was his ‘prize’ possession
and he held it lovingly
stroked it constantly
chanting to ease its burden
of knowing the exact size
of tomorrow
he always had his thumb
and index finger in his watch
pocket trying to hold time
still
it was his ‘prize’ possession
and he held it lovingly
stroked it constantly
chanting to ease its burden
of knowing the exact size
of tomorrow
A true nervous tick. – mh clay