Can you
feel it happening now?
Him, in your head.
Pushing things around.
Not yet?
Well, ok…
He says
clay, he says dog
and Bingo!
there it is –
in your mind’s eye,
his little clay dog.
And you’ll
never get it
completely out.
It'll always be there,
slobbering about
in your subconscious.
Oh yes,
there’ll always be a bit of it there;
the brain is worse than corduroy
for dog hair.
Not very
scary is it?
Well it
should be.
He could
put
Much Worse Things
in your head -
add an apple to the cart,
a symbol to the equation,
a straw to the camel’s back.
He might
tip you right off balance
- or maybe set you straight,
who knows…
Funny,
isn’t it
- you wouldn’t think he would fit,
but there he is
making himself comfortable.
After
all
He's going to be there for quite some time,
whether or not you think
you’ve forgotten him
a rogue
connector
rerouting your thoughts
a little
ink stain
at the back of your brain
sitting
comfortably,
changing your channels.
