Sometimes the brain

Sometimes the brain

Skitters with

Cerebral diarrhoea

In need of a spinal tap

It can leak out of the ears.

I feel it does.

There is nothing to stop

A deterioration

In mindful determination

When a heavy head hits the table.

Amber liquid

Is never a release,

Red lights always follow,

Flickering

Across the eyes.

Gorilla logic

Paints the whole room

With banana skins.

Blame tiredness for double vision

The lop-sidedness

Of the story

I tell myself

In troubled times,

With a candlestick

In the library

Looking for Colonel Mustard

Before the clues run out

And the light fades.

I am a long way from becoming

A success story

Yet closer to Mother’s ruin

Than an old wives tale

And a sorry end.