Clockwork
The plastic hands of time,
Strike a clock without decay;
A face to tickle the enchanted
With the chance of endless day.
Ticker-tape parade:
Dr Man has bottled time,
His trick now locked forever
In an ocean that was mine.
A tick in the vein of Gia,
As we flock to the altar of growth;
Your plastic is my quagmire,
Now the clock is under oath.
Rocco Sulkin is a writer and TV producer living in South London and working in Clerkenwell.
