John-Ward Leighton

HERKY JERKY MAN

The fucking oven mitt
mostly an oversize fit
and I do the old man twitch
and spill hot chocolate
all over the desk and floor.
Shit! Double Shit!
Boy, am I ever in a snit.
It’s wiped up now
and the stream of consciousness
is polluted with thoughts
of throwing the cup
against the wall
and let hot chocolate fall
where it will fall.
A banana quells
the savage beast
and
the hot chocolate tastes better
than it would look
dripping down the wall.
I do a lot of old man twitch
these days
but enjoy life
in many different ways.
I love my three o’clock
session at this keyboard
there is a certain kind of music
in the click, click,
of the keys.
Slightly blocked on what to write
I clasp my hands in silent prayer
but to whom or what or where.
Fucked if I know
but the thing seems
to be back on the track
so I guess the prayer has been answered
although it won’t be recorded in Hansard.
The hardest thing about prayers
is not that no one hears them
it’s that the answer is,
NO!
and, piss off and quit bothering me.
I think I have finally kicked
the current bout
of pointless rhyme
that seems comes on me
from time to time.
Shit!
There is goes again
but what can I say
I’m
the herky jerky man.