Wrinkle like a sun-dried prune
lose your place in the queue for the port-a-toilets at
music festivals
spend the night on a freezing cold station platform after
losing your train ticket home
you try to be interesting so become memorable
for all the wrong reasons
chased and pecked by wild turkeys
getting your foot stuck in a rabbit hole
in place of help may you receive swarms of ants
head lice, acne, soured milk, and a grape seed
stuck at the back of your throat
indelible ketchup stains on your shirt collars and cuffs
wear itchy woollen sweaters and too loose underwear
pants that pinch at the waist and bum
be plagued by chafed armpits, blistered heels
I have heard it said that the unloving
love themselves the least,
but that might be baloney
I walk as a lengthening pale shadow
I cling to each day at its end
and I am shaken off like a mosquito
but I turn whimsical dreaming of my nemesis
