puddles in time.

Do not let those solid drips stop time
Look up through cobwebs to gold bulb of light
Down, down, through splintered sellotape and grime

Flimsy tetanus tables past their prime
Bend until you see through reflection’s sight
Do not let those solid drips stop time

In mirror fragments, red iron mime
Of life, refractions scatter prism bright
Down, down, through splintered sellotape and grime.

Blue cotton reels suspended try to climb
Go, go, race on with all your balanced might
Do not let those solid drips stop time

But quiver in the water’s ragged rhyme
Rest in rusting ripples of mirrored light
Down, down, through splintered sellotape and grime.

Your tattered face taped down, outside of time
To shards of floor that struggle into flight
Do not let those solid drips stop time,
Down, down, through splintered sellotape and grime.

: 06 Feb 2008 14:22 |  Tags: Icw |  Comments (0) |  Report a problem