crick crock

on a nail in the wall
a lonely cricket hangs
keeping time
and counting the seconds
as they pass and i remain awake
each one a second of
precious time
passing in vain
so i grab that cricket
and hold him
looking at the hands
on his face
then i turn him over
and tear out his
tiny
shiny
heart
the chirping ceases
and with no one reminding me
of the time i'm wasting
i sleep