Some thumb

Coked up, playing multiple
games of WeBoggle,
my thumb under my foreskin.
Making the word flattest,
making the word fattiest.
Listening to a CD from a friend
who still likes Ozric Tentacles
because they remind him
of being off his face.
Sniffing my thumb-nail,
feeling dizzy,
sniffing my thumb nail,
a little bit of wetness
on my filtrum.
Making the word azaleas,
making the word zanders.
Covering up one nostril.
Making the word poleaxe.
Swallowing.
Making the word relaxant.
Noticing that one of the other players
is called Channel Four News Team.
Unbuttoning my trousers,
pushing them down my thighs.
Making the word doomy,
making the word iodine.
Reaching to pull a couple of hairs
out from around my arsehole.
Looking at the dark hairs
' three of them '
in between my thumb and forefinger.
Itching the spot where the hairs had been.
Thinking about how long it takes
for them to grow.
Thinking about the itchiness
of having thick beardy hairs
not these soft ones
around my anal canal.
Making the word custard,
making the word crust.
Noticing the player name: DisheveledProfessor.
Chattering my teeth as loud as I can.
Thinking about getting my teeth whitened.
Thinking about plastic surgery: nose.
Looking at the time.
Making the word pioneers,
making the word patio.