I see inside the Worm

Pieces of eight burn inside my head
My belly is expanding daily
I want for my tea
Nothing comes
Nothing
Collapsing onto a mold damp lawn of mud
Swallowing a peanut butter sandwich crushed
Splattering the liquid earth over a kneeling monster
Praying for salvation
For what
Salvation

Needlessly I rolled across my hind knee
Rupturing a water main with my left ankle
Digging ditches
Water pours out and washes off my sins
What sins
None

I make the sign of the cross over Dave
He thanks me
Touching his forelock
We embrace heading down the road to O’Malleys
Irish pub on the corner of Swan Street
Opposite the old cemi

I fall onto the bunge roan carpet
Supping a quart of ale in a matter of seconds
Peaceful tadpoles leap into my eyeballs
Scratching me across my nose
Blood
Tastes Lovely

Knowledge is the curse of the patient
Looking for remedies to nonexistent illness
Dying from boredom
Falling in ‘The House of Usher’
With Vincent Price as my only companion

Heavy hearted I watch the sun dip behind a dark cloud
Nonsense my child
Cats wail over and above the artic chill
Freezing my noggin and icing my icepoled breath
Life my child
Life

Disaster hits the front page of the celebrating news
Newsgroups and mailing lists
Only one for me thanks
Milk no sugar
Sweet as hell
Hot as ice
Love the suit darling
I must get one
Two, even three
Platitude, decrepitude, pulsatingitude
Don’t know the best jokes
Laughs on us
Hello my sister of Knight
Feel the maa for me
Shiver as it explodes
Lost in space
Now there was a good show.