I close my eyes,
they glue and won't open
black worms bounce , vibrate like frayed rope, and
acid coral wings purple and orange and green haze
flashes madly across from one side to the next, stop !
I'm not coping!
I'm not coping?
Copying pair, one day clone to the next , each the same impostor
a double helix of ADHD binding , blinding tired old fool be the joke while you're joking.
Copulating sighs, winding like pale thighs snaking and winding inside.
Baying and hoping, for a climax of shame, still groping and groping.
But the thought of hope has expired, retired and died
I wipe my eyes then they finally open.
by Paul Sinclair