There must be something in it
Some method – some madness
Some sacrificial ritual to evoke
To claim their eyes and ears
Sew them to my words
And raise my vision
From the grave of poet tears
In July I will write,
I shall carve out my heart
Paint only by the light
Of a weeping orange candle
I will relinquish all ink
To glean admiration
Soak parchment in hope
With this incantation
By the waxing fingernail
Of an August moon
I will pray to all Gods
For answers back soon
I will bake lots of cookies
Bare all of my secrets
Stitch buttons on poppets
Post each judge to keep it
I could stalk them on twitter
Devour their heroes
Smuggle a cheque
With several zeros
Bribe them with candy
Kidnap their cat
Sneak in some Semtex
And that would be that
Oh what am I thinking
Oh where has this led
I can’t share this poem
That’s stuck in my head!
