There’s a big grinning bug in my room
Two mineral water bottles are his eyes
reflecting the window at me
with a glint
There’s a stren towel
and a few socks on the floor
they’re his mouthparts
though I don’t know what each part is for
The laces of my shoes reach out
to touch whatever’s there…
and there’s a chill in the air
that’s his soul
but maybe it could be mind
and I’m thinking back to that bottle of wine
and I wonder is he really here
but that bottle of wine was so long ago
before those drops of acid and their picture show
but my happy friend he keeps on smiling
and he hasn’t quite moved yet but I know he will
he’ll be off to do his buggy things
while I wait for my next guest
and there’ll be socks on the floor
as I answer the door
and as I greet you I know
that you won’t have seen him go
but I’m always here – well, most of the time.
by Simon
