Roddy Williams – The Atheist Poet

tracking back (2013)

I wind myself up too tight
scratching my past absently
where time was wasted
in the first place
going round in circles

a hiss
as the point hits home
crackles

a sharp flame
of a name
under sticks
snapping at me
trying to break my bones

somewhere
a clock ticks
stutters
over a useless lump

the gouging barbs of a stuck record

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