Hands The Time
Watch you know
That clicks against
The pavement
Against the tile
Lying on the ground
Your eyes fall
Seeing after sounds
You hear them
All the time
On watches can’t
Tell a thing
If on the ground
Is where they cling
So fumbled crossing
Fingers growl
To put the band
Together, ‘cause the pin
That holds the whole
Is rather clever
At manipulating it’s
Head pushed down
Springs out under
Fingernails causing
Me to want another
Watch, this
Arises persons
Standing next,
Beside, us
We do become
When voices tend
To render them
Springing bringings
Me to you
Will this watch band
You undo?
Hands the time to friends