Devil that rides my back,

Snickering into my ear,

Me, a senile hidden in a cradle

Afraid of the grandpa clock

On the far, far wall.

I stick a lollipop in my mouth

It’s an orb of neon glory

And oh, how pretty it looks

How pretty do I look

As I fit an entire blue sky,

A bottle-green park,

Dust, coarse and textured as Life

An entire world, perhaps?

In my mouth

You are desperate

Probing your thumb into my mouth

Intrusive yet so caring

“Say AHHHHHH. STICK YOUR TONGUE OUT.”
You are so worried, you should be;

I have, perhaps, swallowed

A stray shard of glass or two?

You cannot find, cannot find it

You don’t look under my tongue.

{surprise!}

As I swallow this world, hissing, spewing venom

The glass shard that once did,

Reflect the sun’s midsummer glory

Shall escape

Flip and swirl, Ricky-Ticky-Tavie

In my sour, serpentine belly

Rip me to shreds

And I shall know the pain of creating something

My sweet child-my unintentional offspring

Is anything but sun-drenched

That is as inky blue as the earliest hour of dawn