all het up {I am fine}

deep in my gums

emotions teething

simmering

seething

 

those little bubbles rising in the pan

my three second egg is on to boil

I won’t let them out

I’ll burn them in oil

 

If I scrunch up my face

all paper balls in the bin

no-one will know

I am holding them in

 

I’ll cut up the soldiers

and chop off its head

soon there’ll be yoke

on each piece of bread 

 

fourteen billion years since

they last made me wince

I am hiding it well

my pretense doth convince

 

a Cathar’s release

how I yearn for a valve

a mere morsel of love

might yet prove my salve

 

the bottling plant whirrs

all ducks in a row

so much explosion

is pregnant and stirs

 

my pugilist’s jaw

clenched tighter than fists

if only I could dissolve

this reddest of mists

 

repressed am I no

most certain am I

can’t you tell from that look

here in my eye?

 

I am fine……..