Some Vice. Poem by Mary X

In the afternoon
when the clock ticks backwards,
In the room,
I’m walking on my hands.

Write about meaninglessness,
Just be a nice puppet
and react to the strings I pull,
When the sun sets on your wings.

In the afternoon –
Scribbles on a page.
In this big room,
Fall into the river and drift away.

Don’t be afraid to care –
‘Coz your society says to,
Brake from some vice that grips you;
‘Coz your master says to.

Mary X