Monday, 9 March 2015

Tick Tock - A poem (of sorts)

Tick Tock

Beware my friends
The passing of time
Tick tock tick tock
You’ll soon be mine

Sweet as honey
Smooth as silk
I’ll drink your blood
Like a mother’s milk

Tick tock tick tock
The rhythmic sound
So soon will you be
Deep underground

A sharp edged knife
That catches the light
A beaded garrotte
Drawn up tight.

Murdered or maimed
Dead and buried
Pipped of your life like
A stone from a cherry

Tick tock tick tock
I’m coming for you
Tick tock tick tock
No ‘how do you do?’

I’ll cut out your heart
Your kidneys and lungs
I’ll dine on your liver
Your eyes and tongue

What fun we’ll have
Alone in your house
I’ll chase you
I’ll catch you
I’ll tear you down
In a river of blood
You’ll slowly drown

Tick tock tick tock
You can’t run away
Tick tock tick tock
The pendulum sways
Left right left right
then suddenly…
Like oranges and lemons
Chop… chop…

Mathew Bridle