‘Afraid Of Permanent Fingerprints’

You, my lovely Little Atomic Bomb if an old bird never learned to fly would you be the one pushing it out of the nest to either soar or die? I have one thing to say before we conclude on that.....

20 clocks set differently, 19 in my head, controlling the axis that's led me near where you've been and will keep me myself when I catch up to what you said

(2 scores backward to get to now doesn't seem so bad when you think about all the time intended for what we have?)

Tallying changes using the 3 arms on my goblin's pocket watch in my hand, the empty picture locket part keeps me steady as you go

Light brings dreams from the shadows lurking in my sleep, planning on creating us awake, I turn around and start trading it back in for happy endings instead

(I should know better than to plant perennials in mayhem but I'm sentimental to eternity with you)

When I spin out of control why am I after your what(s), and whereabouts, I end up face down on the concrete, the answer staring at me in the face

You, my lovely Little Atomic Bomb haven't killed me yet but you being helpful will leave me for dead

**On a side note, I went into this poem wanting to have to use the words 'goblin', 'pocket watch', and 'arduous'. This poem isn't finished yet but I figure some feedback might help***