I wake up such a wellmade man Go about my daily bread With hardly a humger Inside my head. But come Fourdom I’m climbing the rhyming walls Picking scabs & noses Jittered as a pillbug Got these deliriums tremendous! Casting about for anythink Everythink To break the boredom of Four Harbingeing that flat platitude nite What lies ahead. Candy is dandy Yet likker is quikker; I’m in the bottle & the bottle’s in me; Taller smaller drink me dry With more than just thine tiny eye; Today is the son’s Very merry unbirthday & I am the son of the son of the Sun. Pretty soon tis three a.m. (pronounced thram by such a mottled mouth) Which witching hour leaves me twitching Fierce fearing for the fings I said Much less did or diddunt do– Heart a rabbiting its ribbone snare. Somewhere in there Perchance pours sleep To dream of strings & sealing wax & other fancy (?) stuff– Until upon awakening The mirror man say moy It’s me, Ma, & I’m bleeding Missed to slit my throat Whilst shaving These pesky whiskers Just grow back in One’s chin. Begin again.
Hang in there, Brother Duke!
“Missed to slit my throat” - meant to happen. Sending good vibes, Earl x
Merely a flesh wound
I love reading your words every morning ❤️
O, how I luv to know there’s someone on the other end of the line
Clockwork and it’s perfect. You & coffee.
I’ve been trying to leave your words so I can listen to them at night but I just can’t wait that long.
Give in to temptation
Wish I'd written it.