chia head

[constantine]

chia head 's eyes followed me
as i paced back and forth
nervously, green grow paste
rippled across chia head's scalp
something was ticking in there
percolating,
chia head had big ideas
chia head was protecting his turf
or at least the proto turf
smeared on his plastic head
like so much guacamole
his smile was infuriating
at first i thought it innocuous
but i began to notice minute
and malevolent twists
of this lip and that lip
sneering, mocking me
in my own house
In My Own House!!
hence, my agitated state...
even in my dreams
i can't escape him
he floats after me through
the dark, mist-filled streets
of constantinople, a cackling
spectre of everything
that is base and readily
available on the shelves of walmart
god, why have you forsaken me