* Out of the way so I can revise tomorrow. I think I've italicised a bit too much...
At least three times today I’ve overheard
people saying they “have no idea.”
Well I do have an idea, you know, and let
me tell you I’m really the worse off
as all I have is an idea,
circling in my mind like a simple dog
that never even comes close to chewing its tail,
is always tailing itself, hasn’t got a tale
or anything other to do
than play with itself.
I’d give you my idea
if I had any idea what it was
but now it’s merely a blob of genderless cells,
a slow drip in an abandoned rotting shack,
a knot of unrelated images dumped
in a bag of metaphors inextricably mixed.
So take your no idea and put it in
the pockets your trousers don’t have
and pray that like a condom you didn’t know split
it doesn’t grow into something you can’t imagine.