CLOCKLESS
the car's wipers
slosh the world back & forth
back'n'forth
how stupid of me
left my heart out in the pain
my thoughts gone rusty
white noise
on the telly
my fingertips touch the static
"Suicide is painless..." I hum
I tell the waiting room
"I...hope...it is!"
the objects in the room
looks terrified
look on in silence
locked inside
the whisper
( the shout )
this room is clockless
time locked outside
howling to get in
I ...sit...and
crochet on the couch
time looks sheepish
clicking needles
I knit
one moment to the next
there is only this
little moment
left to live in
"Too much time..."I tell myself
"That's the trouble. . ." I tell the room
"Think I'll cut it down to size!" I say to nobody
"Time to be gone..."
I say
in a melodramatic way
I laugh at myself
weep in my private
theatre of heartbreak
my reflection & I
both reaching for
the razor blade
the room
holds its breath
I close my eyes &. . .
this one perfect moment
time rearing up like a wave
that never ever breaks