You Let Clocks Melt – Written Thursday 2nd January 2020 (Aged 44)

You Let Clocks Melt

you let clocks melt
as slid down the bannister
and then, finally knelt
you let friends melt
as you lay poor made bricks
in your laissez faire foundations
you skated on marble worktops
as if they were granite solutions
you let clocks melt
as you tried to buck up your ideas
using the grease of your belt
you pushed aside centre stones
that you had worshiped
in younger days when you were alone
you let friends trickle
down the canvas of your life
as you painted in a style so fickle
you reinvented yourself as a pastel wife
you let clocks melt
as your guitar decayed
playing the heavy beat of a false song
you let friends melt
as tip top shops
of soft focus photographs
sold your heady past
and as they gently caught fire
you happily hoped they would not last
you let clocks melt




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James Garratt – Thursday 2nd January 2020

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