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.

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Rocco Sulkin is a writer and TV producer living in South London and working in Clerkenwell.