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.