I bang my head

on the wall

of your words

illogical rhythms

patterns of speech

punches of pillows

pumps of the tongue

I feel like a beat poet

exposed to the naked

meanderings of myself


in the slipstream

of your unravelings

image: Puddle by M. C. Escher. Woodcut, 1952; Official M. C. Escher website

©lorraine’s frilly freudian slip