the 2am

Big big big ben ben big ben big big ben big

I think your ticker is broken

broken like

speech

Of the things we say

Not much can be said

i doubt

we

make sense

Of the things i make:

Sound

Not only does it hurt your head

It breaks it

Big big big big

i look

because its pleasing

my sound,

your pain.

but

Of the things I look at

Not much time is spent on your owl eyes;

Mr.

my owl-eyed Ben

Read to me

Before it hits the 2am

The 2am,

soon it comes