Clock Bones

by Paul Tristram / July 30th, 2017

She remembers when the hour hand
would smack itself right on the backside
spinning ‘round so fast.
From morning coffee to a brandy goodnight…
breakneck intense
and never quite everything
crossed off the ‘To Do’ list.
It is strange and unsettling
how The Clock has slowed down with Her.
Dragging itself slowly,
with a lethargy and apathy
disgusting and disturbing
in its weight and heaviness of feeling.
Watching its face has become unbearable,
it’s like pulling teeth,
the strain almost blinding.
She’d stop winding it up
but, that would mean quitting,
giving up and being stuck alone
with her own nothing but condemning thoughts.
The ‘Tick Tock’ is mellow at times,
then HAMMER-FALL at others.
Yet, its echo is empty… just like her heart…
and their Bones are connected deeply
by an eternity of wasted time…
lost somewhere maudlin in between worlds.

Paul Tristram is a widely published Welsh writer who deals in the Lowlife, Outsider, and Outlaw genres.  He wrote his first poem as a teenager following his release from the (Infamous) Borstal ‘HMP Portland’, and he has been creating Literary Terrorism ever since.  His novel ‘Crazy Like Emotion’ is available to purchase right here . Also his collection of shorter fiction Kicking Back Drunk ‘Round The Candletree Graves' is available to purchase at https://bookgoodies.com/a/B0DFMTSR4F Both books are published by Close To The Bone Publishing. Read other articles by Paul, or visit Paul's website.

This article was posted on Sunday, July 30th, 2017 at 8:04am and is filed under Poetry.