How touching to have
soleless feet
slapped in a borning.
With toiled hands,
have a Plath of
tulips and cats.
Visit the place
where nurses pass
and pass with no trouble
and men in white coats
push trolleys wrapped
in green plastic serenity.
Her vases have crashed,
while the world's fists now bunch
with different Resolve,
and different cats.
Claws unsheathe
in front of a gas heater
hissing and spitting
and (unlike Miss Drake),
by the time I proceed
to supper in the patient dining room,
the faceless faces of nurses
have been ripped apart.
Bloodied and battered,
I swear one of them has an
eyeball hanging out.
Don't worry folks,
she won't need a gas oven.
With much cursing,
and bottles of insults on my windowsill
this cat shreds away
all the layers of
there there public health care
till their own ugly, spiteful cats emerge,
pin me down and drag me off
to the locked ward.
I'm a naughty girl
but wallpaper is just wallpaper
isn't it?
Whoa! Is that another voice speaking?
So today I will not rise to glory.
Today I resolve to sneer at
the Plath Effect.
(Man! Take a look at the dew drops forming
on those bars!)



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Need to go look up Plath and borning FFS. Insanity underpinning again rivermouth nutjob. Enjoyable as always too. haunted is back around, for how long who knows. we should have a party
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