Poem: Acid Drip
Hey Flisters
Thanks so much for the comments in my last post. I was in a real funk, that managed to disappear completely when I got away with Tom. How does someone make so instanteously happy in the healthy, unnatural unforced way, just by being them?! The mind boggles. The Exeter thing was Microcon. Actually Micro, but fun. The best parts was when a Doctor Who writer (though he's anti Tennant - booo!) compared the monsters from New Who to Classic Who. I agree with his conclusion that they're biggest triumphs is on alien worlds than iconic scary monsters (the glut of Dalek stories is getting embarrassing) but otherwise fantabulous. Oh, and I met a crypto zoologist who's been searching for 50 foot snakes, the Oran Pengdek (a fully upright gorilla type), and the Mongolian death worm. He's terrified of moths. Huh.
Anyway, I'm to put up a poem. I just wrote and edited it just now. It's about this relenting anxiety I've got, mainly in my gut that's making me think very bad thoughts. I got a chance to enjoy some SAD light and it bleached away the depression but left behind the burning anxiety. and just like any decent musical, I can only seem to express it one way. Unlike musicals, there's no twirls or tap numbers involved. Just a loser in butterfly pyjamas.
Tell me what you think please. I haven't written a proper poem in months.
ACID DRIP
Something's cracked and breached the hull.
I think it was to my aid,
My white knight, oval shaped,
His holy potions, thy hero has fucked me over,
Lancing all the wrong boils
And making the pus drip.
It flows, down me, inside me, I'm sick of it.
Creates a permanent ache,
A lasting, relentless, breathless, sickness to my stomach.
The gut is imbalanced.
The humours wheeze, tease, and leave me.
The leak, the acid impeach
Will rust and rot and ravage through
My loop of gates and hurdles
Rooting out the blood-brain barrier,
The real me, in my heart,
Locked, once safe inside the steel chamber.
Alone and mute, in the dark.
I'll sit here, restless, itch, break out the wounds,
I'll despair, I don't care, it's not too soon
Cos I'm -
Waiting for the other drip to drop
Wondering if I can make it stop
Cursing myself for not being my best
Wishing I had taken the acid test.
xxx