In a Room
The ticking clock is chiming, hell for leather, end your tether, what’s the weather?
Sitting in your room
full of gloom
don’t despair
spare a care for the man
on the crumbling moon
Listening while you’re writing
think of jazz
razzmatazz
what a gas
get tuned to sensitive media
The ticking clock is chiming
hell for leather
end your tether
what’s the weather?
it’s raining seconds and
rhyming couplets
Reverberation in the room
dig the tune
send me soon;
now it’s June
the flaming summer’s ended…
Copyright: Anthony Leonard Ostheimer (ALO), 4 February 1974