Feelin' Croc

Life's turbid meniscus, mudslide plateau
- Stagnant, yet does so frivolously flow.
But I might not drown slow in nondescript,
There is this crocodile, the scales of it!
Predator X but not 'low salt marsh shit,

Or winedark where kitefaced sharks assault,
Black choppery seas, nowt cobalt.
Tis' mental Charybdis Croc's snout whisks!
The Scylla but a bathtime basilisk,
Next to Croc gunning for my gazelle wrists.

Cochlea's not conscious of galoshes,
Waterproof swish where billabong sploshes,
Nor by the hackneyed-to-death banks of de Nile
Was I fishie flapping in an iron maiden smile.
No, I cut myself with Croc's used toothfiles.

Yet red zebra scars shimmer like a shoal.
That mantras to self, religym, dear whole  
Foods, mystic manorexic me might have bashed
Its shell, omeletted it before it hatched 
- Poppycroc! Oviraptor Man met his match

In the maneater whose home is the undertow.
Sobek of cyclothymia lays low
Till a dam breaks, but doesn't lay low as long
As depressed dude's Fu Manchuing schlong.
Croc wants my willing spirit, comes on strong.

Launched, pounced and clamped from some soundless waters 
- I am a seal pup, Croc the orca.
Up a month's mountain of limerence reached
Green killer whale (beyond condo on beach),
But the mountain was really one of its teeth.

And now it tears me around and around,
I'm not its floppy lunch until I'm drowned.
From Croc's morose maw no hand of revanche
Revivifies me, slumped like Mr.Punch.         
My kingdom for some sausages, a decoy munch!

No rescue in Mirtazapine, Sertraline,
Venlafaxine, Amitriptyline,
Psychiarmpits askin', 'Am I trippin'?
Life's a good old stick, make it fit in
Monstrous black hydraulic head-to-tail grin.

Psychotherapy can't remake me into
Steve Irwin or Alligator Glasgow.
Croc's serrated vice, stick a stick between?
No stoutness props prop of psyche mine.
Croc's a hairclaw clip V. my nit-leg mind.

My Emo Reg group into a custard
Cream's Victorian Illuminateye stared:
Arabesque biscuit was mindfulness improv.
Gill said she watches the washing-machine wash.
But I AM mindful, eternally, of the Croc.

Even Nurse Steve's hologram poster shirt
from my emo-eppy can not divert.
Ragdollsteak in Pete's Dragon's mouth,
Dinner-ticket punched by poltigeist tooth,
But of Croc's id brain my wrist's hard proof.

Some Tory quacks pontificate
Croc's cutlerydrawer chasm would not gape
Were idle prestidigitators idler
Still, not signing on. Tho' Croc's gobbier
At work, snaps like a possessed photocopier.

Impermeable membranes blind the rooms,
I'm bottom of River Crocodoldrums.
Evocative of my crocodeath now all
(when I did a little spliff hospital,
Ended up origami gharial...)

Shockadile Mockadile Blockadile. Dial
Samaritans, Crisis Team, Frasier, Niles,
My mum. No, dial yours, mine would be nervous
That my life and death are not equally worthless.
Otherwise, for what purpose would Croc surface?

But why when Croc only lurkitty lurrrrrks,
Must my muse pick its fangs like brassneck bird?
Nile Plover is crumbpecker poet, wins
Dicey delicacy, my own scattered limbs
From jaws of defeat. But I want in.