Post August 05, 2015, 12:38:33 PM

Poem: Tick, Tick, Tick by David Ulnar-Slew

This one is in the middle - slippery, but not so deeply layered to confound me.

However it's not clear what "her kind" and "my kind" are. And the tension is in the line "There is no reason to stress myself to save her".

There's ominous (but well done) repetition of words in threes ; an edge reading is that this is the mind of a murderer looking over his victim!