Paranoia - Keeping Tabs

• George Lu, Grade 12
• Poetry
• 2018

Eyes quiver bow fear him;
Mouths whisper and breathe him,
My nose-leaves still feel him,
My voice mute just reels him,
My stench hairs stand-greet him,

His call rings like eels swim,
My echoing forelimbs,
His phantom grip will dims,

Pray sing me my last hymns,
Shim all my first woe-whims,
Give me the more prim trims,
Ring cups with your teeth-brims,
Tear out the ink worn rims,
Strike down get-well sleep scrims,
Lay an-ti-his-ta-mines,

I’ve been re-locating; Bats!