CLOCK
If you clock me
Send help.
Because time is meant
To go on, keep pace
And now I’m stuck
Between a rock and a hard place
My clock is a hard face
To shake, I must save face
Make sure I don’t lose grace
Oh wait
Grace is what had me clocked
In the first place.
No no no!
If you clock me
Don’t bother.
Whatever you do
Spare me from truth
Stop the clock, give me some space
Gotta keep them fooled!
Keep this between us three
Me and you
The other me
Turn away slowly
Don’t cause a scene
Just smile and admire
Extinguish the fire
Of your mind’s desire
Nothing to see here!
Ever-growing space
A void I’ve felt before
Halts me in my footsteps
Reverses the chase.
WAIT!
If you clock me
Love me.
Hold me, mould me
Take time to get to know me
Let time suspend me
Enrapture me, arrest me
Shake me, console me
If all else fails, please don’t forsake me
Like the ones who made me
Catch me, take me
By the hands, by the heart
And let me be
And let me be
And let me be.
– Brisbon Kofi
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
Brisbon Kofi, the pen name of performing artist Cameron Bernard Jones, is a London-based poet and creative writer originally from New York City. Since the start of his writing journey in 2015 he has written various pieces exploring themes from nature, the elements, love and loss, to themes of sexuality, gender, race and modern-day Western culture. For UK Black History Month 2018 the online publication AZ Magazine featured his piece “Black”, an ode to black history and culture. Brisbon Kofi is very excited about the future of his writing and is looking forward to sharing more of his works and projects to different audiences in creative ways.
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