Chattering entities-
People even-
Go through my head
In regional Dublin Banter;
Revs up to 90,
Slows down
To grinding silent moan.
Eyes peering sideways
Knock me off balance.
Fallen, I see the sticky
Green gum on the floor;
I try to pull away,
Struggle to break free:
Warm and jovial viscous
Matter holds me here.
It’s deplorable.
Be gone: I’ve spat you out;
You’re flavourless now,
You can’t hold me here.
Rope of shamrock weaves
Around me, engulfing,
Whole bus now, a ridiculous
Caricature postcard.
Cold sweat.
A globe materialises
And rotates before me;
The seas run off
And cool my spirit.