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






out of a


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



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.


Published by The Silly-Savvy Salopian

Freelance writer and descendant of the cave dweller and outlaw, Humphrey Kynaston. Banished from Shropshire for my eccentricity, I have made my home in Suffolk. I write poetry, short stories, travel journals, comedy gig reviews and non-fiction articles. My wish is to write my way back into the heart of my birth land. All writing commissions (and free holidays in Shropshire!) considered.

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