I wuz swimmin in syrup tawards you
under blankits, under a cover
of head-caseness & professurial
ignoranse. I wuz driving da nail
like mads through da celing
aboves non-listning pointy
intermittently furry ears.
I wuz combsin my hair
4 no-one I knew, 4 da
voice keepsing yellin
“your mad,” & njoysin
it immense. A thick oili
lens ovah my one sein eye,
da udder non-sein, still
hittins its dream on
malfuncshnin ocular nerve.
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