01-04-2016, 12:32 PM
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A faucet drips
like the clock's tick.
A domino hits,
bass tones emit.
Like clockwork he sleeps
while he sits to watch T.V.
while he walks around floor one
while he eats peanut butter and sugar bread with crushed snickers sprinkled
while he reads silently
and they talk quietly
as I write
I realize we are all cogs
caught in the gears
of this ticking time-bomb
that when it blows
decimates only our own.
Like clockwork its chaotic
when the clock don't work.
When time stops sanity
becomes lost in this glass box.
It doesn't take much,
a single press of the T.V. set,
a slam of a drawer,
a false claim,
or a spill on the floor
then BAM!
Gears grind as blood flies.
Sometimes they live,
sometimes they don't.
A faucet drips.
Original
A faucet drips.
Dominos smack tables,
voices of bass notes
hold aggressive tones.
Masters of calisthenics, card games,
fisticuffs and commissary
recipes call for cautionary
measures in every endeavor.
A faucet drip's
echo brings order
to chaos, or composition
in improvisation.
Puddles of blood,
because a "hello"
is more than "hello"
to those who didn't know.
A faucet's drip
distracts me, or us.
Or them, I must refer
due to color of skin.
Pen to paper,
eyes to paper,
heart to paper
keeps me living.
A faucet drips.
A faucet drips
like the clock's tick.
A domino hits,
bass tones emit.
Like clockwork he sleeps
while he sits to watch T.V.
while he walks around floor one
while he eats peanut butter and sugar bread with crushed snickers sprinkled
while he reads silently
and they talk quietly
as I write
I realize we are all cogs
caught in the gears
of this ticking time-bomb
that when it blows
decimates only our own.
Like clockwork its chaotic
when the clock don't work.
When time stops sanity
becomes lost in this glass box.
It doesn't take much,
a single press of the T.V. set,
a slam of a drawer,
a false claim,
or a spill on the floor
then BAM!
Gears grind as blood flies.
Sometimes they live,
sometimes they don't.
A faucet drips.
Original
A faucet drips.
Dominos smack tables,
voices of bass notes
hold aggressive tones.
Masters of calisthenics, card games,
fisticuffs and commissary
recipes call for cautionary
measures in every endeavor.
A faucet drip's
echo brings order
to chaos, or composition
in improvisation.
Puddles of blood,
because a "hello"
is more than "hello"
to those who didn't know.
A faucet's drip
distracts me, or us.
Or them, I must refer
due to color of skin.
Pen to paper,
eyes to paper,
heart to paper
keeps me living.
A faucet drips.
Crit away