Issue 5,  Poetry

Body clock by Pepita Beck

Body clock fuck up,
            Going dark, waking up,
Reverse body coerce
            Dreamstate boy
            With neon toy
Body clock inverse
Diatrunal curse
Melatolin bears no grin
My cushion, thrown into the bin
            Body clock sped up
            Now I’m awake, I really woke up
            And watch the hands of time spin
Split seconds into a few too many
            Outside it’s twilight
            It’s neither day, nor night
                        Body clock stop
stop               stop
coming down from the top
above and below
beyond is for show
forget     forgot      forgotten
time travels forward 
but my body clock is rotten
the paths we have trotten
a cusp on the end of time maybe
it’s not like we be carefully
in what we did and what we do
and what will be
but my body clock
goes tic, then toc
the rhythm’s changing
another sunrise, another surprise
an airplane headed towards an enteral horizon
landing on another continent
maybe, friend,
            our story never ends,
body clock, moving forward,
wake up.


Pepita Beck is an artist from Berlin focusing on the written and visual arts. She had lived in London for ten years before moving back home, soaking up the creative scene and relishing in the traces great artists had left all the city. Currently, she is writing on a screenplay and editing her latest novel. A web series she has created is in postproduction.

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