Ditty

I’m sure you think my head is empty
and my daydreams are sordid and plenty
you’d be right, my head’s full of shite
and it’s only Tuesday, 12.20.

February 23rd

I don’t understand what leaks from your wounds
it could be blood but I’m guessing it could be something
more serious than that

like when you cut yourself and don’t realise it
until you wash your hands and it doesn’t matter
if the water is hot or cold
it stings, just the same

the water turning yellowish
as it blends with your life
swilled away by an anxious stream
desperate to make clean
and hurry away
to the sea
where the traces of you
cannot be seen.