Bloodshot

a spider spins a fractal
while a gecko climbs the walls
hyena laughter
& a jazz band
echo in the absent halls
Freddie Kreuger's manicure
scrapes my scrapheap skull
bubble, boil,
creme brulee
the season is to cull

to wake, to wit, to wake
perchance to live
to tear the bard's whole work apart
find UCAS points in sieves

the carpet's made of nettles
the air is thick with trout
lashes caught fire
-maybe it's maybelline
I'll smoky stare them out