Spiralling Into Despair

Prayer wheels make me dizzy getting tangled in my hair I bought scissors ten a penny clumps and mats everywhere Prayer wheels make me giddy I shave my head, going spare Place a thimble on each finger using pin cushions, roots I pare Prayer wheels make me hazy I scalp myself beyond repair Hack skin grafts off my legs botched job, a skull’s laid bare Prayer wheels make me crazy at brain tissue, I readily tear Pus blooms inside my eyeballs and optic nerves, reek despair By David Kavanagh