~            ~           ~
Affectionate was
your way
of letting my
worries disappear. . .

How you put your arms
tight around my shoulders. . .

How tender your voice is. . .
whispering words of comfort
into my right ticklish ear abalone.

Believing in me. Lovingly. . .

Your ocean of whispering
sounds. . .Wavered Deep,  
deep love conection. Our
    
Free symbiosis
enhanced by French
parfume, evaporating
from my occiput fragility.
~                  ~                        ~

There's an eye on the back of my neck
and in order to let it see,
I stretch my spine up to the sky;
my nose aiming at the bullseye straight ahead.

I'm scared of what's behind
and I don't want the hauntings to make my eye blind,
so I hang my head
and curve my spine into an arch,
so my my eye can see the sky instead.

I'll get a hunchback from my lonely march,
but my eye will never have to see my past.

Yesterday
couldn’t remember
my name
so, I ran
inside my mind
duly to find
my name
what a game
inside my brain
lots of fire
but no flame
depression on top
anxiety *******
to **** or maim
thus, no one to blame
frontal lobe
crying pain
occiput laughing her *** off
cerebellum’s being tough
bunch of misfits
playing it rough
to end this game
I asked for a name
how about Alzheimer
said, drunken cerebrum
you stupid wacky old lame

12/06/2016

Dark dances in my head
Occupying my occiput
Visual representations
My worst fears realised

It won’t get off
I know what it wants
Dancing indelicately
I can barely breathe

It’s lips paint a picture.
Near renaissance
I am seduced
“I want to die” (I say in my head)

It slinks away
Relief
I can breathe
I wish this still only happened in my sleep...