THE TWENTY FOUR HOUR CLOCK

Sim Pereira-Madder


Accessibility text for The Twenty Four Hour Clock: Text is in three columns. Reading across the columns, with each column’s text separated by a forward slash / :  We / had lodgers in / the 80s and for a while Graham stayed   / in the small / front be

Accessibility text for The Twenty Four Hour Clock: Text is in three columns. Reading across the columns, with each column’s text separated by a forward slash / :

We / had lodgers in / the 80s and for a while Graham stayed
/ in the small / front bedroom we four kids
shared / another there / were four rooms in our W4 semi at that

time: / 1. parents, / 2. babies or grandparents,
/ 3. us, and / 4. Graham, although mum always
/ called him / Gram

I never understood / that / but she liked him
perhaps / /
because / he was navy / you see like

my father / who / taught us to answer our rotary phone: nine-nine-four-
oh- / two- / oh-five
/ so that / callers would know the

number / they had / reached and could compare it to the
one / they had / dialled
/ Graham / taught me the 24 hour clock

but / I couldn’t / get my head round
it aged / seven /
time but not time / and /

he married / Linda the redhead / nurse Linda had nail-polish and lip-stick and a
/ proper laugh and / later
mum / said Linda had / ‘let her self go’

whatever / happened in / my head to do the sums
stuck / and now / whenever I see 15 instead
I see 3 / fifteen / has stopped being a number in

its / own right / and is just a sign, I look at a
15 / when I’m doing maths / and must remind myself: this is
a fifteen fifteen
/ not a / three o’clock fifteen

because / a fifteen / is not a three
I sacrificed fifteen / in our garden / I scuttled her, scuttled me for
the principle of time / organized / militarily

in the garden one / playing / and daytime and fruit trees
in the garden two / growing / oveerenight
in the garden three / washing / and the line

in the garden four / riding / the blue trike
in the garden five / roaring / of Concorde overhead
in the garden six / waiting / for evening

in the garden seven / jumping / from the swing
in the garden eight / biting / through the tongue
in the garden nine / bleeding / into the mouth

in the garden ten / come / back to me and
in the garden eleven / make / my numbers
in the garden twelve / whole / again, please

in the garden ten / and three / I knew you
in the garden fourteen / before / they made a man out of me
in the garden fifteen / fifteen / fifteen

Sim Pereira-Madder is a British born poet of mixed Brazilian/British heritage based in London. His work centres otherness, experimental form and the domestic realm. A recent Obsidian Foundation alum he is preparing work towards a first pamphlet.