Parading to the clocks tocks and inept ticks
Holding blank pages and inkless pens
Waiting for toxic brainwaves,
To neutralise controversial spectacles
and drown romantic defects.
Loading your gun with discordant piano keys
Waiting patiently for their admiration,
and half hearted embraces.
You answer questions with full stops
And hope conversations with the lovesick
Solve unaddressed problems,
and transacted helpfully
with their long sleepless nights.