the presenter

the presenter
has a hunched back
and
thinning bouncy spirals
of hair
i find some in the
materials box
brown and white

her neck hangs down
like a wattle
she glides around the room
with her clunky brown shoes
and
repeats phrases
as if they were momentous

we have the same name
she doesn't mention it
thank god

spick and span

little Indian men
with mustard on their mouths
wrapped
in my green curtains
chanting SPICK AND SPAN

its disgusting
their crooked smiles
rotting teeth
seems like all they do is eat

little Indian men
scratching their balls
tossing my lampshade
back and forth

it doesnt stop til
my cat jumps in
devours them all
bit by bit

investigations

there are investigations
going on
there is a possibility
i'm quite aware of
my grandmother is involved
though she has a bed wetting
problem and a glass eye
that could never stop her
her breath reeks
something died in there