Like a spot that I keep picking or
a wound that I keep licking
I’ve got something kicking
’round in here,
something’s buzzing in my brain
like flies, it’s driving me insane,
picking, kicking, sticking to the lining,
I’m refining it,
digging through the flies and shit,
Filing it and in a bit it will be clear,
kicking ’round in here.
© 2015, John Smallshaw.