i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
a puddle forming
a sentence left unfinished
a dish best served cold
the vile creature writhes
a limbless mass of wet flesh
convulses and spits
completely naked
but for top hat and goggles
i dress to impress
i’m a shape-shifter
i take the form of a bear
no one is impressed
so that’s the story
have i told you this before?
i lose track sometimes
i can time-travel
…i guess its ‘hibernating’
it really works though
i wake up gently
it’s such a beautiful day
i feel very ill
some minutes later
i notice i’m on fire
the rain never comes
circular logic
you can’t concede to yourself
this isn’t over
it’s time to take stock
and get myself together
and get milk.. and bread..
having faith in doubt
all metaphysical thought
stems from fear of death
a glass full of port
a briefcase full of money
the news full of lies