Tick the Boxes

gold clock.jpg

Late one night with Dorna (madasahatter572)

time will strangle us with his
bloody lovely eyes,

we watch the clock slyly
shirking up there on the wall,

its back turned away from it all.
The second hand’s slow seduction –

don’t worry about it –

we rail against it, always
flirting with its constraints,

cramming, piling, squeezing
rushing, speed walking, bulldozing

until there are no longer any
OAPs* left to see in the new year.

We are bedded to the ground,
wed to our inky schedules,

while fed on speed dials and digital
time flushing neon and blinking

cheekily, constantly messing
with our long lashed responses.


*OAPs  In the UK, are old age pensioners.



Author: Anita Lubesh

I write poetry/prose/stories/short stories/verses for children/sketch/and have 6 chapters of a novel sitting there like that half eaten trifle in the fridge or bottle of Jack Daniels because something makes you afraid to eat it or drink... right now.. I am a proud Geordie from England's northern hemisphere and the beautiful city of Newcastle upon Tyne. I live with my lovely husband who came all the way from sunny California just for me, and my favourite animal, Bobble, our dog. I am a member of Greenpeace and Friends of the Earth and wish we could all do more, especially today, when such a lot is wrong.

6 thoughts on “Tick the Boxes”

  1. You catch the rush in this, the enever ending sprint to evade time or at least slow it down somehow.
    I think the stress levels must be collectively off the charts compared to 30 years ago.
    Nice write, the neon blink lines csught my attention.

    Liked by 1 person

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