Colin Mitchell Williams Poet Free verse

Unwind

Unwind


I see before me an interminable
Ages and hours repeated in seconds
Their voices I never heard
Stretch out
Creep-able 

Yawn at the very least !

Un- breathed promises
To wait
Garrotte the days
Before they have happened
Twenty-four hours
To the next one

I see my impatient count to twenty-ninth
Tick
Tock
Tick
Tock

Tick

In the agony of thirty
I can declare
But cannot speak

Of

Tick
Tock
Tick

Clock

Has only just begun its slow unwind
My head to full
To make any sense
And pick from grey matter porridge
My only defense

Clock 
Tock
Tick



Thick and sullen 
I
Wait
And pressed to the hurt
I know is to come
I
Wait

Tock
Tick
Tock
Tick

As the coiled frustration
Doesn’t loosen
In its pause
Holds this scrap
Of forward motion
In plastic bags
Of emotion
I eat
Sickening
In every second

Tick
Tock
Tick 
Tock
Damn
The 
God damn
Clock

Tock 
Tick infuriation’s
That leave me so hung
So immobile
So spent

Worn out

Unsporting I
Have retired to count miniscule motes
In the brackish blood vinaigrette
Of romantic source
And beat my head
Upon dull thud walls
And slap my heart
Where my rapture bawls…………………tick

Tock
The endless
Clock
That mocks resolve
And shivers me cold
Heartless
And bends my will
As easily as an Iron rod of pointlessness

Tock
Tick
Tock
I see before me
The damnable brute
Of sweeping needle
Clock

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L'Nass Shango April 22, 2009 at 9:52 AM O avenge with me the ticking clock ... you cuddle it too much here ... is that we cannot destroy it without destroying ourselves? Another great poem, love for the smiles, and peace for powerful.

Sharon Winter April 20, 2009 at 8:24 AM Well this introspective write reveals crappy moments in time I can relate to, all too well. You can throw it out, but then you will probably hear water drip...drip...drip...somewhere. When it's bad it's bad. Yeah, so love how you are writing it all out. One of your biggest fans, me

Christopher Higgins April 19, 2009 at 6:49 PM I think Kristin said it all...LOL...

Kristin Reynolds April 19, 2009 at 4:33 PM Well...you know what i would do, my like minded friend? I would take that piece of sh** clock, and tock it's idiocy to the cold, hard wall and laugh as it boings and bounces into infinity! ha! Take that, clock! lol I say, this is a jolly good gem and right up my sullen introspective alley today. bravo. love, Kristin