In with the Shrink
He’s looking at ink-blots.
As each one’s held up
He’s asked “What is this?”
And his answer’s always
The same:
“Beautiful,” he says.
Tall as Sin
And he was one of those guys
Who likes to talk but never quite
Reaches a point:
Claimed his mother was a chicken,
Said he’d been, amongst other things,
A fish in his previous life.
Said he liked poetry.
Sucked his thumb a lot.
Most Nights
I’m just a boulder
But sometimes
(When the moon-
light’s just right)
I’m an egg.
Examine my skull.
Count the star systems.
Kevin Patrick McCann
Illustration Nick Victor