touching wood

I've been touching wood a lot
because of recent vivid dreams
watched that dead baby's body rot
the world unravel at the seams

London's waiting up ahead
tapping at her watch
it's worse than when I dreamt you dead
-that didn't matter much

I prefer to swallow my fear
and spit out acid thoughts
day 3-6-5 is drawing near
timer's switching back to nought

the hour stuck inside that hole
dusk mist settling around the car
was considerably more terrible
than 7 months spent apart