Parties in my Head

I’ve been having parties

in the top right hand corner of my head

where the music throbs incessantly

and civility is dead





have another drink , one says

I don’t mind if I do

and the hunchback pounds on the old piano

till well past half two





a bulky fist hammers the door

Joe sent for me, he yells

& a smokey eyeball peers out

is this heaven or is this hell?





I wouldn’t mind so much

take less of a dim view

if due courtesies were observed

& I were invited too

Under the Influence

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Under the influence

I wrote copiously

From midnight to morning

Dementedly

 

A devil held my hand

An accomplice flayed my side

My mind had an erection

It could not hide

 

All my past spilled out

From the attic of my mind

My pen swept it up

I was writing blind.

 

Such dark energy

Flowed through me

and out through my fingers

its estuary.

 

* have you ever been driven to write in the middle of the night that took hours?

I Can’t be Buggered

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I could go for a walk but I can’t be buggered.

I could check my Facebook status but I can’t be buggered.

I could cut back the bush near the letter box so the postie can chuff past more easily on his motor scooter.

But I can’t be buggered.

I could put more effort in getting my next manuscript together — the editor is interested — but I can’t be buggered doing that either.

I almost can’t be buggered writing this poem about not being buggered.

Would rather curl up in the sun out the back with a good crime novel and lose myself in the plot.

Pink Hippo

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You open your mouth. A pink hippo comes out. You scratch your ear, a purple gorilla. You blow your nose, a polka dot egret. You pass wind, an emerald marmoset. You wonder what will come next. You go to the toilet. You piss piranhas. Defecate falcons. Can I have some more you ask the anaesthetist but the anaesthetist has gone, the effects wearing off just as an oleaginous eel slithers from the long wound in your leg from which the surgeon removed veins for your blocked arteries.

Why I Stopped

 

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Only when I noticed

The rusty red rat rubbing its rump

Against the end of the bed

 

Did I cut down on

The painkillers; though the pterodactyl

With the one jaundiced eye

 

thrashing its wings

Against the latticed windows didn’t

Help much either.