Doing me in

I think that is enough of poetry…for now

A hole has been drilled out of my head

Bzzzzzz

   Bzzzzzzzzzz

There is bone and blood flying on the wall

On my books and paintings

       On my shoes and underwear

               On my weed and grinder

There is a mess of humanity

    done in

By poetry

    That relentless clammering

       ‘Bang’  ‘Bang’  ‘Bang’

All day and night

     This poetry must stop

Except that which thrusted

           This mess on my light and my dead

I love it

   I love it

I love it in my bed

    In my head

       To defeat the snores of ugly men