Chronomentrophobia

'Chronomentrophobia'

Written By Bradley Haslam

Gordon lived on the docks.
He had a fear,
an unusual fear,
of clocks.

His walls were bare
And he did not wear
A golden linked wrist watch.

He was lost in a world
Where time was but not.
He just watched
the ships come in.

No face or hand had stepped foot in his land
His world, his den, his lair.
And if ever one did,
He would blow of his lid
And flamboyantly fit on the floor.

He would cut out his eyes,
He would jump down the stairs,
He would drown himself in the north sea.

He will end up oppressed,
At the sight of his guest,
An unwelcome clock tower, it be.