Ticking Bomb
30 April 2017

Red matter
Spilling over roofs
Withered snow
Collapsing
Plucked daffodils now gasping
Rasping rhapsodies
Mad Hatter
He follows Alice
Down the wells
Dark spirals
Sliding cubicles warping
Unheard melodies
Sails tatter
Waving through the past
Undone Times
Ticking Bomb
Winding through the bleeding vines
Mind a zone of mines
Reading of the poem:

Time – N’to