Tick Tock Poem by Sable Naja

I refuse to wear a watch.

My Mother said uniqueness was an issue for me.

Everything practical and necessary was useless

To her embittered, unpredictable child of many faults.

Yet the man upstairs chose – in his most amusing self

To have me on this earth.

What for – I'll never understand.

Even so, I refuse to wear a watch.

From childhood straight ahead into adulthood

I've had this little obsession with Time.

We never got along...

Constantly we'd quarrel –

Forever strapped into a heated, supernatural tug of war.

You see, I felt Time should move slower

Or in rhythm with what the soul craves most

Instead of clinging to the least –

Time didn't see it that way.

She found cryptic humor in human destruction

Laughed aloud at our hedonistic rages

Speeding the hours into minutes

Rubbing her hands together in impatience of our fate.

She'd get orgasmic joy viewing our demise

Minutes become seconds...

Vermillion droplets falling from dead fingers

Gave her pleasures most foul –

And even I – the sexual deviant

Have found disgust – covering my ears and eyes

The scene most horrific.

I refuse to wear a watch.

Time pisses me off!

She's been laughing in my face since I can remember

Stinking breath – hot on newborn skin

Predicting our battle a decade before

Telling me in not so many words –

'Get ready for the fight of your life! '

She gets beneath the surface

Shredding hopes – dreams – wishes

I take a piece of her with me every day...

When the workday is finished –

Or when I glance at Sun's death outside my bedroom window

Even at moon's rising as I close my eyes for slumber.

She is there – haunting my sleeping face

With Sun's birth – his rays a slap in the face

Reminding me of yet another day to live...

And then, dear reader...

Time is my constant companion – fiery lover

While others disappoint, walk away -

She's remained by my side.

As I write this she is hovering above me

Hand upon my right shoulder – whispering in my ear...

For now I feel love where once hate lived

Time's found warmth in my words – adoring me now.

But... we'll see how long this lasts...

Tomorrow's a new day.

And still...

My left wrist wears a band of Celtic knots

Purple flower – tender emerald leaves

The tattoo taking place of what once was there

That stupid time-keeper

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Tick Tock

Still clicking in my head –

I don't care...

I will never wear a watch!

Copyright ©2008 M Willoughby