Four Parts in Five

Part 1. A page of picked pimples

the words are just falling out of me

my fucked in the head spills to the paper

in an inane random deluge

they threaten to leak

from my eyes

and drip from my ears

they crowd around

on the end of my tongue

like they’re going to jump

only to dart away

all last second

they run round

in my mind

when i think i’m sleep

upsetting table lamps

putting hair in things

with a fake impunity

free of consequence

pattern less

Part 2. A tome of turgid tee hees

its all shits and giggles

its all fun and games

until

until someone gets hurt

until

until someone gets an eye out

have you got clean undies on?

a little bit of mum in us all

unless you’re an orphan

Part 3 A missive of manifested malaise

no condiments were harmed

in the creation of this poem

no toes were stubbed

no feelings were hurt

no hairs pulled up by hastily ripped band aids

and especially none of that

that whatever it is

we are against now

Part 4. The litigation of latent lapses

this is the part

where i allude to an old joke

i puff out my cheeks

raise and lower my voice

as required

i titter

in lieu of a punchline

little things

simple things

just gotta keep

the bait on the hook

it’s not lunch

until it’s in ya belly

and how do you know

if it wasn’t on

the tele?

Part 5 A ballet of baffling banalities

a gritting

of both paths

and teeth

a flitting;

eye lashes

the dull roar

dies down

waves still crash

and the ocean

will always be

miles away