A half person/half reptile running through my skin

splits open a cartoon without the delicate line

and vulgar lips smack Pandora’s grin; red pus and a constant now,

charting ridiculous, a tailgate for a tongue,

slipping and red wine and bottles all gone.

Doodling eyes and questionable therapies

are fastening their seatbelts

on packets of cigarettes - each drag a soliloquy

and each sip at the side, a wisdom of grit -fast forward

a few more and your diary blooms,

and petal by petal

you are as solid as a breeze.

You are public property -

as retractable as a sneeze.