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| ‘Plasticine’ image courtesy of Pixabay.com |
I pull plasticine out of my ears.
On and on and on it comes, seeming to have no end to it.
It’s coming out so fast, I don’t know what to do with it, how to manage it, so I wrap it
around myself – until my body, like my head, becomes
soft.
My giddiness and
my sickness
subsides into
softness and
senselessness
as my whole
self is sub-
sumed by the
nonsensical.
Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019
Inspiration taken from the poem ‘NDN Poetics’ by Billy-Ray Belcourt.
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