25 December 2012
J am jars stacked U p, like a ladder. M yself on top P laying dead.
O rating pickled verse, R ewinding memories in my head.
N obody can see me up here, O r perhaps they don't care. T ime to make a decision,
T ossing my life in the air. O h the marmite is tipping,
J am jars moving under my feet, U nless I jump from here now, I'll be a M armalade treat. P arachute please? I'm
H aving second thoughts, E verything seems a L ot clearer, clearer than P erhaps it ought.
M y life balances on E veryone closing their eyes,
L ying up here with me, I magination sterilised. V ery still, very calm, very cool E ngineering a solution for us all.
E veryone breathe, T ime will slow and become still, E veryone needs to project R ationality, balancing silently; nothing matters, N othing will. A void Branston Pickle, love Jam, L ove yourself, L ove balancing on jam jars, eternally, Y ou, and me.
Balancing On Jam Jars • Opuss № I