ecolalia ii

my bug self-deports, 

i’m dysregulated. 

boiler for a bargain 

lost momentarily

in the glimmer 

and the shimmer 

of the oceanic brine.

two birthdays, 

buy cake for, 

champagne do, 

draft evader

put the wind up 

the wind-up merchants 

of demonic 

unfair fun fair 

input french fries 

till vlad the putin dies 

output poutine, 

put out bridge 

under lilac sky

get catatonic 

on the hydroponic, 

windy out west 

with the wheelers

more plagiarism here. mahrooq’s verse on the stupid idiots d2k banger, ‘hater of fish’ described a whale swimming through oceanic swathes of brine. steal and credit is my policy.

then i guess i had a whole bunch of dumb phrases in my head. unfair funfair used to pop into my head all the time. and i’d be like yeah its ok but what am i supposed to do with it? i don’t like fairs. i don’t want to write about them. or go to them. but then i walked past one and i thought ok fine i’ll stick it in the poem. but i didn’t go to the fair.

btw i’m sure i had a game for the commodore 64 called ‘batman – a fete worse than death’ and even if i didn’t and that was not a thing that ever existed – i think about it quite a lot. i can’t work out if the pun is good or bad. it’s just part of who i am.