Winch willing

Dawn breaking fastheat up with gown moangroan tis true time to go

Winch-Willing


I feel a draft — slaps brain around — like a shredder1 cut-up zipbag scissors scisor zithers singing

cranium alert to all the walls
collapsing rat a tat dat
drats — daft — draft — did that to me — floating while boating

exploding mince — meet me at
surgery — chemical umbrella imbalance — fathomless
harmless barmy — barnboy

shaman — jah man come to mix me up — across the slithery bed mattress soft wilted chilled and frozen —

ready for the operation slip tightly into gown why must we wear these atrocities? Oh ho hum hymn — dim

lighting — gliding floor rubbing I dream of bread — fig jam hot sauce Mexico chinchilla bland —

 sand between toes —
glowing in morning chip
chop bop bip — fop — flop onto the bed again this time I

am cured should I look into a miracle mirror?
ha you think you got me this time but

I got away not knowing I left a book in drawersnow someone else’s — run forward — backwards —

 straight into a drug possession charge
oh no they have really got me this time

The End

Mimi Bordeaux November 2023