Tic Tic Tic Toc
You reach down
And place your hand in your pocket
And feel last year’s railway ticket
Knowing you are going nowhere
No ticket to ride
the glass in the living room window murky
or the world outside just dirty
as you look for anyone who may smile
friend or foe a Jehovah witness
One who’s lost in the wilderness
with no doors to knock
is Jesus in lockdown also
time as slowed more tic tic tic toc
another day of daytime tv and Covid news
and back to back lord of the rings
off to bed to dream of gigs and party’s
but the world is on repeat.
Copyright © Stephen Pennell | Year Posted 2020
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