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Tired – am eye?

I’m tired
I’m tired of being tired
Tired to the bone
Tired, hung, drawn and quartered
Quartered by the skin of my teeth
Quartered, keeping my chin up
Up, warts and all
Up, turning a blind eye
All fingers and bones – I
All flesh and blood – I
I keep my hands clean
I keep my nose clean
Clean, by the skin of my teeth
Clean, knuckling down
Teeth, foam at the mouth
Teeth, skin and blister
Mouth, hand over fist
Mouth, stiff upper lip
Fist in your face
Face the thorn in your flesh
Face the wool over your eyes
Flesh wins hands down
Flesh, the beast with two backs
Down, your upper hand
Down, take the bit between your teeth
Hand – pull your finger out
Hand – put up your dukes
Out, keep your nose clean!
Out, keep your pecker up!
Clean -putting my best foot forward
Clean- keeping my nose to the grindstone
Forward, turning a blind eye
Forwards, setting my teeth on edge
Eye – no sight for sore eyes
Eye- no blood out of my stone
Eyes – Off with your head!
Eyes – You nosy parker!
Head first, bum second
Head over heels, guts for garters
Second skeleton in the closet
Second head buried in the sand
Closet – my heart’s content
Closet – the cat has my tongue
Content with my blind eye
Content there’s no heart upon my sleeve
Eye – am feeling finger lickin’good
Eye – am keeping body and soul together
Keeping together
That’s good

A once and unruly mind is the prompt today. Which perfectly matches one of the form prompts I hadn’t tried this year – the blitz. I’m not sure how I feel about blitzes – or maybe I should say about my blitzes. I’ve tried some before. But I know when I read them back later I find them interesting, even when I’m doubt their quality. Maybe in my head rambling and quality just don’t go together, whereas at the same time I love fast association.A blitz is not supposed to have interpunction – but that’s what poetic licence is for 😉

The poem consists of phrases used in a different way. If you don’t know all of them (like me) you can look them up here.

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Late No Game

I’m late
I’m late!
Late – one minute
Late – two minutes
Minutes turn into hours
Minutes turn into days
Days turning into weeks
Days turning into fortnights
Fortnights! Disaster
Fortnights! Shame
Shame turns into anger
Shame turns into blame
Blame –-> it’s your fault
Blame –-> it’s ALWAYS your fault
Fault? Denial
Fault? More shame
Shame… a thousand excuses
Shame… I shrink
Shrink to don’t feel the blows
Shrink I’m too small to be blamed
Blamed for doing something WRONG
Blamed for not being good enough
Enough, I say, enough!
Enough, I don’t want to hear no more
More beer
More cheese
Cheese, please
Cheese, and smile
Smile into the camera
Smile, it’s your birthday
Birthday girl, be happy
Birthday girl, here’s to you
You can blow the candles
You can make your dreams come true
True to who you are dear
True to who you want to be
Be! Without fear
Be! Without shame
Shame can only harm you
Shame will bring no gain
Gain a fortune
Gain fame
Fame for being unique
Fame for not being the same
Same old story
Same old game
Game? No I’m not playing
Game? No you are to blame
Blame?
Playing…

For day 20 of OctPoWriMo the suggested form was a Blitz Poem. This the first blitz I’ve ever written. I guess I’ve been cheating at the short phrases, or conveniently forgot that part of the instruction 😉 I did use the prompt for the content though: let’s dig into the anxiety and stress that comes with forgetting something or being late.

I found both the form and the content interesting to explore. I’m handing it in on time though, I hate being late… Reading the prompt again makes me wonder if I forgot something. ARGH!