Underneath this white sheet lain
Naked with anticipation
Invisible lovers will please
Feeling the gentle caress
From a hand that no one views
Dreamt in the little world
Only known to few
Shooting at a hollow wall
At trespassing green men
Plotting against chickens
Defeating neighborhood children
With one hundred watt flood lights
Refuse to tell of
Covert ops
Working closely with the FBI
Dealing with extraterrestrials
Or of hours spent
Talking to a light switch
Back and forth pacing
Peaking out the blinds
Seeking out the source
Of constant ticking's
Never missing a beat
Tick. Tick.. Tick...
Tick. Tick.. Tick...
Tick. Tick.. Tick...
Slammed head against
A window pane
Cut forehead on the glass
Blood dripping down
A now pale face
Clenched fist and bitten finger
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