Red.

[Jerrybaldy]

Jesus won't come out to play.
He is having his tea.
I knocked four times
then Mary got pissed off.
I carved stigmata just last night
with a compass after Sunday's bath.
I spoke to his dad.
Who confirmed his status.
Grounded.
I spoke to Jackie
who lets me play with her tits
as she fake sleeps.
She admitted she fakes
as her parents would not like her tits to be squeezed
whilst awake.
I have a jigsaw in a box.
I can feel a nose bleed
a- threatening.
I feel like counting cars again.
I sit on the window sill and write HELP
In the condensation.
Nobody will.
They don't read back to front in our street.
Except Jesus.
And he's grounded.
Here comes a blue one.
That one had metallic paint.
A yellow one.
Yellow car. No returns.
An ice cream van playing Greensleeves.
All my dreams
Of chocolate streams
for nothing.
Jigsaws belong in the box.
My hands hurt.
There's a bus.
I start a new column.
Bus.
(Red).