Friday and the tick of my clock

my old-fashioned clock
and the spinning of a web
on my bathroom door

it's a Friday again
with a daddy-long-legs
it was words, now finished, full stop

done and dusted and not a letter more

and the traffic light goes red
with a sigh to the sky
be careful, Nori Brandyfoot
do not on the road: die

my words for you
are in the clouds
I breathe to myself

lalala, lalalaa