Paris and Darmin

Poem in the Round

The poem in the round - this poem is made from a mashup of 3 iconic songs about time and the doomsday clock. Selected phrases from these 3 songs have been mashed to form a poem that can be read from anywhere to anywhere. It has no set beginning or end and is a complete circle around the edge of the clock face.

I have had to choose a starting position here, but have printed the poem twice so you can start reading on any line and you will have a complete poem reading down until you run into wherever you started.

Time, Time and the Doomsday Clock

Time - he flexes like a whore

staying home to watch the rain

he speaks of senseless things

this doomsday clock

time - he's waiting in the wings,

is everyone ashamed?

you are young and life is long,

and then one day you find,

you - are not evicting time

tickin' in my heart

I had so many dreams,

you - just scream with boredom

I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think

is everyone afraid?

and you run and you run

it's the means that has me speak

ten years have got behind you

there's wages on this fear

this doomsday clock

in whitewashed halls

ticking away the moments

waiting for someone or something

never seem to find the

tickin' in my heart

yeah, time!

it's ticking in my heart

I'm certain of the end

no-one survives apocalyptic thieves

running toward their holes

to catch up with the sun

tired of lying in the sunshine

it takes an unknown truth in quiet desperation

ces't la vie and there is time to kill today

mean nothing to the dead

take your time in an offhand way

you missed the starting gun

this doomsday clock falls wanking to the floor

in a relative way

incestuous and vain

time in quaaludes and red wine

tolling on the iron bell

all i had to give was the guilt for dreaming

i had so many breakthroughs

smiling through this darkness

the sniper in the brain

calls the faithful to their knees

Time - he flexes like a whore

staying home to watch the rain

he speaks of senseless things

this doomsday clock

time - he's waiting in the wings,

is everyone ashamed?

you are young and life is long,

then one day you find,

you - are not evicting time

tickin' in my heart

I had so many dreams,

you - just scream with boredom

I look at my watch it say 9:25 and I think

is everyone afraid?

and you run and you run

it's the means that has me speak

ten years have got behind you

there's wages on this fear

this doomsday clock

in whitewashed halls

ticking away the moments

waiting for someone or something

never seem to find the

tickin' in my heart

yeah, time!

it's ticking in my heart

I'm certain of the end

no-one survives apocalyptic thieves

running toward their holes

to catch up with the sun

tired of lying in the sunshine

it takes an unknown truth in quiet desperation

ces't la vie and there is time to kill today

mean nothing to the dead

take your time in an offhand way

you missed the starting gun

this doomsday clock falls wanking to the floor

in a relative way

incestuous and vain

time in quaaludes and red wine

tolling on the iron bell

all i had to give was the guilt for dreaming

i had so many breakthroughs

smiling through this darkness

the sniper in the brain

calls the faithful to their knees

 

by Paris Naday and Darmin Cameron

 

 

 

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