Grandma got ants in her head again.
It took me all day
just to jab and poke and prod
and try to get them out
(they were all caught up
in that gummy residue left
by transient thoughts).

I used cotton swabs and honey;
that did not work. Pouring bleach
down inside the ear canal seemed
like it may do the trick. Damn
those ants! They were more resilient
than those psychiatrists forming a suicide
bridge of bodies over disturbed waters.

In the end I could only rely on the butane
torch and a fare-thee-well.
Sort of reminded me of the time that
Grandpa got termites in his wooden teeth.
Wasn't that a hoot?
I could watch him chewing them
chewing him all day.

John Edward Lawson
www.dreampeople.org

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