Trickling

 

As film-hazed eyes give up,

quilted-thin mountains subside,

and book-filled volcanoes erupt,

spilling out pages of missed-words,

that vi for last-chance attention,

all imprint-hopes dashed and swept

away

by

a

trickle

tumbling

out of a

corner-lip,

and forming a hot-bubbling larva,

pooling on a pillow, patiently awaiting

for a rosy-pink snout to blast out a roar

to end all the over-think anxieties of

dayness.

 

Copyright owned by Jay Cool, February 2019

 

In celebration of Jay Cool’s facial palsy and corresponding dribbles of saliva, i.e. be proud of your own uniqueness and embrace it to the full!

Also inspired by the phrase ‘trickle of saliva’ in the poem ‘Love Songs’, by Mina Loy.