A pocket full of plans,
Old pants with jammed zippers.
An eye that notices,
An old watch that loses time.
The old watch ticks as it wants,
The eye notices;
The mind is tempted to think
It is the eye that is stealing time.
Those old pants are all I have;
Zippers closed off before they jammed.
I could get a pair of scissors,
But the neck will want them more.
The neck because that is
How my best friend died.
The scissors because
My cousin hid away all the knives.
A maid offered me her heart,
But I would only lose it after dark.
Accepting a heart that beats my name,
Would make my hands bloody.
I’d rather stick to the old pants;
Its pockets contain treasures.
And the watch that loses time;
It makes me tick differently.
I just remembered something:
I miss the old family ring;
I should have not pawned it away.
I had plans that could pay the bills;
Jammed zippers jammed everything.
I talked to the dealer,
He said a hand and a leg.
I told him two legs
And I would need some cash back.
I won’t need the pants.
That way I can derail the old zippers,
And get the plans that pay the bills.
The dealer said tomorrow.
That old watch is still losing time.