This will end with
a lifelong addiction to your
prefrontal cortex, vortex of innocence and song,
which I suddenly burst into
while I was reading Prufrock, and
the lines blurred and the letters
started jumping off the pages in a right
frenzy they did.
I had to sit down for a minute
to make the world stop spinning.
(Needless to say.) – (It didn’t.)
The pinheads in the cupboard were screaming
for their puppy love, each
a simile in its own right.
Picture perfect.
They had pierced Prfrck’s vowels
like the colourful butterflies they are.
Singled out: You, oh! You:
Your head, your brain, crushed between
my sympathy and my rough cobbler’s hands.
Amplified Touch 