Clockwork Doll

“Death is one search away.”

— thirty lines of wear and tears.

St Angelus shoulder blade

Chances are you remember me too?

We were young and a little bold

Across the mountains across the seas

A little bit of you in me

What was the song on the radio

Acoustic edit shortlisted remix

Where were you now it's happening

Better to wait for the bleed through

I wish I could read it clearly now

You used to be the better part of getting used to it

I wasted you on the kitchen floor

Now it's dusk and broken mirrors

Like a spectrum on the dance floor

Like a fucking spectrum on the dance floor

How many times is a good time

How many lives is a good life

Frosted candied emptied fulfilled

Never fully awake from sunrise to sunset

Never fully asleep from broken to reset

Like a feather floating offshore

Toasted by the seasoned sun

Piace swallow piace dawn

I lost you when I lost myself

I gained you when I regained some one else

Clutch the clockies

It's made of quartz

Add some rose in it

Call it Chardonnay

Call it "not mine".

March 2022

By Aran Meredith