By the Time Time’s Ticking Down

Ó 1995  Anthony Congiano

Match strikes the fuse is lit

Now my gums plum out of spit

As by brow pours and stings my eyes

My patience up and dies

My voice aches of oh’s and oy’s

As my ears fill with white noise

Pressure trips my temp to toil

Brain bakes and blood now boils

My lips dry apart and crack

My minds eye close to black

My hands can’t hold me still

Suspense beyond my will

Turn the left or right

Tears just blur my sight

Snip, cut, blue or red

Damned by choice and bang I’m dead

My Gaul is on the ground

Silence seized my sound

I’m unglued and I’m unwound

By the time time’s ticking down