Tic,
The kid swings.
Toc,
He's back.

Tic,
I rock him back to sleep,
Toc,
An eye spies me back.

Tic, await. await.
Toc, refusal, refusal.
Tic and it's back, ennui, my back, the ache and the need.
To create, to live, to be far away from his crib.

He won't, and thus I won't.
We will, fall asleep in time.
I trust, he frowns, we begin, again.

Tic, toc, he won't. Awake. Pain, Tummy ache.
We shall go downstairs, again.