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Clockwork
I don’t know who I will be
By the time they have read my eulogy
“Gee” they’ll say
“I can’t believe he’s gone”
And even after the feelings dawn
There’s not much to do but
Deal and mourn
Save all the grief for the reaper
So you have thoughts left to play in
When perception suffers disintegration
I perceive my feat in concrete
And drown for a better belief
I concede to weave a patchwork persona
Spellbound by radio frequencies
Undying ability to drone their sound out
So badly and so frequently
I contrive to weave a clockwork man
To (Like clockwork) keep me up to speed with things
By the time they have read my eulogy
“Gee” they’ll say
“I can’t believe he’s gone”
And even after the feelings dawn
There’s not much to do but
Deal and mourn
Save all the grief for the reaper
So you have thoughts left to play in
When perception suffers disintegration
I perceive my feat in concrete
And drown for a better belief
I concede to weave a patchwork persona
Spellbound by radio frequencies
Undying ability to drone their sound out
So badly and so frequently
I contrive to weave a clockwork man
To (Like clockwork) keep me up to speed with things
Published 5th Dec 2012
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5th Dec 2012 5:08pm
24th Dec 2012 3:13pm
Will you become the white noise? If so, I will listen for you. I often get different things out of a persons poems than they intend, tho I don't mean to. I love this even if I'm wrong about your intended meaning.
25th Dec 2012 9:05am
most people would think this effect is muddled but thats the way i like it. words to swim in
25th Dec 2012 11:05am
