talentia

i been thinking and i'm thinking
that we can all do whatever we want
one two three four five things even
if we want to
acause
talent fizzes in the pits of our stomachs
as caterpillars growl but we only see yawns
.resting on my laurels there is time enough
for absolute absorption of your little personal presents
gift-wrapped so simply in red-striped silk
but it doesn't matter how fabrizio is doing so well
if you rotate your eyeballs in their sockets you'll see that you'll do even better
and caterpillars sing but we only hear yawns
fabrizio was once a very hungry caterpillar
keep me curious
you run off to hide and once i've counted to ten
i'll find you.
and your gizzards.
the tree branches groan because no-one knows how long counting could take
where do you escape? to?
every day some beautifully hopeful artist sweeps colours through the sky
i'm not referring to some holy man on high
but this guy
who's got the rhythm downpat
and begs me to do things for everyone
including me
because my tummy is fizzling and the sea's not just going to wait around any longer.
carriage back on track. sausage deserves a smack.
you got talent! WHACK!