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