03.(Emotion Coaster) Poem by Ian Kellett

My emotional content has most surely been dulled,
By the repeated abuse of anyone’s alcohol;
It swells and produces more depth in my brain,
But my scale has lost timbre and my range its terrain.


The daily allowance of nonsense was swallowed,
Without due respect for reactions that followed,
Whilst collections of words in my mouth were forced out,
To be levelled at anyone near enough to be caught.


Decorum and decency were smothered before,
The onslaught of impulsive debate through my door,
A strange form of tourettes or a deeper malign,
Now determines my angle’s decline.


Losing a lover and a home repossessed,
Have not really affected my sub-consciousness,
Merely fallen through the linen shroud of my mind,
And been randomly stacked without labels defined.


Physical well being over shadowed by grape,
Or the apple or the hop or the juniper’s cape,
To a state that does not share any allegiance,
With anything federal or republic or decent.


And any money forthcoming is not so from me,
Consumed by my debts exponentially,
And further resolve to stay on the tailgate,
Has been undermined by my fairground
dictates.


Expectantly watching the growth of my hair,
Is no kind of replacement for having it there,
But ‘til something worthwhile falls to earth from my eyes,
I’ll continue to marry the past to its ties.


One day I may register a feeling or two,
But meanwhile I’ll continue to vainly pursue,
Knowledge and women that are not bolted down,
Until I fold myself into unfolded ground.