This poem was originally published on 23 August 2015.

Flutter in my stomach,
A curse I cannot digest.
One light tap,
And a pendulum rocks apart my chest.

Knots by a sailor,
Made up of my intestines,
For a trip,
To Neverland - a one-way investment.

Dull thuds below the xiphoid,
A hammer crashes constantly.
Another light tap,
And I feel a space oddity.

And I?
I wear my heart on my jacket sleeve,
Though that’d be a coat
That I have never seen.

As for my spectacles,
I don them for sight.
But it appears that with or without them,
The light is never right.

Flutter in my stomach,
A curse I cannot digest.
One light tap,
Is the recipe for a mess.