Cabin Fever
I’m seeking out a choice cabin
to hide within [from banshees
& men with angst in their soul
who lose control] – I put vases
out – watered – thickened with
locally-cut faunas & I will cook
locally-slaughtered creatures –
There will be beautiful visitors
who’ll upset rhythms & axe all
my minutes up with enquiries
about me & there’ll be midge-
biting in my planning – We will
foxtrot ‘til midnight – sweating
small steps – I know my right &
my left – I’ll screen Black Bear –
coincidences – & poetry’ll rub
in my hand – Perhaps I’ll end it
all in one quick verse – enough –
My cabin will smell of timber &
varnish – my carcinogenic stuff
before midnight’s call to bed – I
can sulk [with my finest malt in
hand] – We will call on locals [a
mutual distrust’ll exist – thence
as a film crew flies in] – Extras &
local background artistes need
to feed [enough] – In writ lines
by screenwriters I will read this