52/02: I Knew

Dinner for breakfast again, following morning at midnight, and a wish to still be asleep. My brain feels like a muddled Miró, comically scary though incomprehensible. Imaginary obscenities wander through, filling my head with flonktwaddles, bumblertwimps, disgraceful sclagtwankling and horrendous schlizwidery. I may be arrested for giving spellcheck obscene nightmares. It is a minor, after all. And uh-oh, I might have just accidentally summoned a demon, because something has now jabbed a sharp needle into my prostate. I knew, I knew, I knew I should have gone back to sleep!

( Sunday Verse )