Pests, Pests

Pesting,
In the eye of the beholder,
Or the brain, or the heart.
Sticks worse than glue.
Stick glue - What to do?
Look on high?
For intervention?
Pray?
Wish a wrenching, wasting well of watchful will?
Be mean and pest the pest away.
Spray it with noxious smells.
Stink it out of your life.
Take thi phone off the hook.
Play Stockhausen at all hours.
No good? No? No. No.
The pest seems to still be a pest?
Pesting away.

The Drum

Pump and beat,
Talk total sweet.
Through each side
Of your mouth.
Which way, and south.
With rhythms and metre,
Speak truth through lies,
Take pieces of slight,
And pictures of a whole.
Until the half
Is less than nothing.
And you can't
Even know that.
Bump and beat your head
And your brain
Will fall out.
No doubt.