april fool

yesterday,
crunchy bits
belly aching
off the top
too many almost like chocolate eggs
feel bloated full pimply pms-ing
sore throatish again
must be angry
angry about pms-ing
and sore throating,
achy
oh yes
deep and shallow
old feet
achy bunions
bigger than before
greasy
not really attractive
feel bottero in a bad way
stout
short
encumbered
cummerbunned
burnt out
hodge podge of weather
where is my goddess
the gods chatter in the trees
lost us again, eh little kimmie
oh really miffed when they call me that
humour on holidays
at the north sea
somewhere nice
big self doubt
double triple chins of my mind
too much, and not enough
more complaints
okay
toys they don't make em like they used too
metric
itchyness
disturbed
uncushioned
too cushioned
full
empty
at odds
hormonal
not normal
irritated
irrational
agitated
allergic
stop that
i hear them giggling
laughing full out
chattering in the trees
the gods
the passionate ones
and that naked muse
with the book of poems
the plants whispering
the new blooms
in the old vase
and the unscratched lottery ticket
you know
tommorrow is another day
(and indeed it is)