Busses crammed with
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.

I looked in and saw the machine behind your eyes,
Scanning, whirring and churning out
Black after black after black after black:
Horrible globules of thought coagulated by hate
Punching and piercing my gut,
Leaving a metallic bloodlike taste in my mouth.
            I looked in again.
The machine was coughing out horrible granite grey smog,
Polluting the Garden Of Delights.
I wanted to jump in and thwart the foul
But the stern cornea was hard and impenetrable,
The once wild iris ruled by Eris
Is now frozen and cold;
But fear not, there is hope:
The icy steel monolith may be dissolved,
But only by the mighty power of dissolution.
Reality lies in the eye of the beholder
And no one can look for you.