Silent. Vaguely responsive.
I will talk if I really need to and I will drink when my mouth is dry.
A furious dragon could stomp into
My room, all fire and snarl, and
I can guarantee you that I may
Raise my right eyebrow or
Frown at its temerity.
It will get no stronger a reaction
Don’t for a second think I’m dead within my skin.
Oh, Lordy-Lord no!
Inside the pendulum is swinging to
The rhythm of a monstrous sea!
Clark Gable is at the bar and waving me over for another finger of the firewater.
Cavemen are sweeping Glastonbury whilst singing
The Lumberjack Song.
Tarzan is tap dancing in cream cheese,
Wally -or Waldo- has been found.
The two Italian plumbers are racing bananas around a huge trifle bowl with my name on it.
And all is well.