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TICK AND TOCK MARK UP THE DARK

The spear daylight chucks at my to-do list
Turns out not to be phallic at all

Crumpled paper in pockets and bags
Lightest heart mocks up the quilts

But what we want is a price war
On the unknown

Tick and tock mark up the dark
And we live in a temperate band

I play double bass I count bars
From the window of the Broadway local