Ying tong tiddle high poe
and other shades of Goonism
drifting in and out
of the corners of my mind
reminiscing about those
hazy radio days
crazy voices reverberating
around the room
antics of Milligan and co.
amazing, surprising,
entertaining,
delighting,
always echoing
Voices again.
Been there, done that...
I can still vividly remember
the last time that I was "hearing voices"
(to use a worn out metaphor).
It was less that a week ago.
I had been there a thousand times before.
Yes, I am on medication.
Yes, I do take it regularly.
But this was only
a short lived episode.
It was a Saturday, and
I hadn’t gotten dressed all day,
but instead I had
been napping off and on all day.
I had also done my weeks washing and
had it drying on a clothes horse
in the lounge room
(as is normal, being winter).