Friday, 17 June 2016

L

there's a misanthrope
living in my head
it speaks out of turn and takes everything
I
say with a grain or two
of
salt and never misses a chance to
chew up only
the most odious
of detritus


spouts dictums
with a laodicean tone
argumentum ad verecundiam
it screams as I
endeavour  
to make love to
my lady


yet the presence is
at times
something of a piquant -
at least I can
stop
the paranoia
reverberating through
the nights
all amongst the
silent trees


foretelling and
withholding
resonant raspberries
on the
swollen belly
of the pregnant
woman who
refuses to give
her unborn
the expected
nomenclature


snap snap snap all along the path 
with cheese on toast
please 

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