The heart & the arse

From what dark source does my despair
take its primal rise?
Is it from the feeling
that this life is empty lies?

— I’m not sure, Captain Tandy;
never gave much thought to that.
Now could you shift your primal butt,
you’re sitting on my hat.

Is my pain a living thing,
a creature born of thought?
Have I nurtured darkness
in the cauldron of my heart?

— Now that one, I can answer.
I can reply to that:
It’s the pain your arse will feel,
if you don’t get off my hat.


 

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s