aDriFt oN a seA oF trAsH ,
oF mosTLy whiTe traSH ,
mY cunT itchEs –
anD natRaLLy I scraTcH aT iT ,
fiNgerTiPs mEEt moiSt LiPs …
noW wheRe waS I ?
noW wherE aM I ?
yeS yeS
whiTe traSH
thaT seLLs mE caRs
anD penSioN anD
oraLoVeRprOceSSeDcraP –
jeSuSmiDDLeeNGlaNd
medioCraSSy iS beaTinG mY braiN ;
LeT iT raiN anD wasH thiS shiT awaY ,
mY cunT iTcheS .
oH iRRitaTioN
wiLL neVEr curB thE minDleSS raDiaTioN iSSuinG
forTh froM thaT boX.
sO gOOdBYe swEEt meTaphoR
anD chEEriO deaR siMiLe –
wheRe I shaLL gO theRe aiNT nO pOEtrY ,
buT I aM LyinG ;
iT’S noT mY cunT ,
iT’S mY broKeN leG thaT itCheS
anD thE braiN-acHe
thaT coMeS froM tOO mucH unreQuiTeD LoVe aH ,
thE oneS thaT raN aWaY
tO sheLTeR beneAtH a huSBanD
wheN iT mEreLy threaTeneD tO raiN acH
mY braiN !
