WHOSE SCRAMBLED BODY IS THIS EGG?:
Hung-over, mashed, folded, scattered, ravaged, crumpled, twisted.
A sausage skin with a limp.
Pack a bag, spooning porridge & answering phones.
Morning meetings on the move, body permanently craving food.
A dry mouth, a white knuckle mantra behind the wheel,
‘Lord remove these emotions, facial expressions & let only sweet
stuff escape this rabid mouth’.
In the sanctuary of studio all day, rick, black tea, guitar, two
voice chanting harmony. Sawdust tongue dodging phone calls.
Remain calm, breath, meet you at the airport.
Hands shake, fingers tremble, dizzy behind the eyes.