Well, the first word, upon the back of the door
is in excrement…
Yeah, I see the blood, but, it’s only traces
and the odd smear.
I’m thinking that’s just off his mangled fingers
and busted knuckles,
as he was brush-stroking his Masterpiece.
The second word, on the right-hand side,
as you stand facing the window,
scooped up from that delightful little pool,
look here, you can see the drips and splash marks
all up the wall until he gets it face height.
The third word, upon the floor in the left corner,
Moulded together and shaped like putty or clay…
he’s mixed human hair into it,
before forming the 3D letters,
to give it substance and structure… clever.
It’s brilliant, I mean, he’s as mad as a bucket of frogs,
but, that’s deranged craftsmanship right there…
Is he still banging his head against the wall
over in the new place?
Time him… just out of curiosity,
on the last occasion he lasted four and half hours.
Yes, get another Psychiatrist in, it’ll do nothing,
they actually like him,
they’ll just end up talking about Art & Literature.
But, it’ll break things up until Court in the morning.