10 April 2008

I Itch Therefore I Am

An acculturated itch per se, one you
know to scratch through filial familiarity.
In reality, nothing’s there – you tried
explaining an imagined psoriasis that?
Or maybe – was it just a nagging case of
pseudo-scabies? Whatever, you scratch
therefore you itch; the bitch is needless
habit. Thus more itch, more scratch.

You’re on the horns (or in the ditch)
of epidermal dilemma. Skin which
speaks in ancient tongues begets
patrilinearity – you wear your
family in painful ways. Beware, the
itch is real and may go on forever!
© 15 February 2008, I. D. Carswell