who AM I?
because the more I try
to identify
the I doing the trying
the more mystifying
the whole thing
gets
and despite my threats
the I forgets
quite what the point it was making and sweats
and asks for something less complex

like even when I’m sleeping tight
there’s still a restless ME kinda light
flickering behind the lids despite
me thinking for ONCE I might
go to bed early and get a good night
I mean – how is THAT right?

maybe you think
the I is a kink
slow to grow but gone in a blink
the ghost in the machine or the missing link
the phantom whatever that makes you wink
when you’re skating backwards at the skating rink
let’s say
because you felt like hitting the ice that day
BUT WHY?
WHY SKATING AND NOT A BOAT TO SKYE?
OR A WATERCOLOUR OF VERSAILLES?
OR DRIVING A DAI
HATSU?
I’ve no idea but have you tried shiatsu?
especially round the head and neck
because what the feck
your I seems to me like a nervous wreck