~ While Alistair is away cycling the length of Great Britain, we've invited twenty disgustingly talented people to each write a post for our blog. To end the series, today's post is a poem from the particularly fabulous Laura Dockrill. ~

Over I Over I
The hole in the ceiling
Gasping at me
Gazing at me
Crazy for me
A spy in the sky
When I look up high
Over I Over I
Like an eye into my mind
What do you see in my mind?
When you look into my mind
As nimble as the head of a pin
Or a binocular lens
Lazy eyes on me
Gone goggling at me
Gone goggling at me
Now laughing at me
There’s a needle in the ceiling
What you seeing?
There’s a needle in the ceiling
What you seeing?
Through that needle in the ceiling what you seeing
And the clanging of noises
Makes me hear all these voices
Over I Over
I hear all these noises
Gone cut my lights out
Go on cut my lights out
Start making me do things
Start making my choices
Now that tiny black hole does rot
In my eye a knot
In my mind a knot
Cannot follow a jot
I’m not following you but
That peeping tom
Gone voyaging on me
Follow me follow me
Now clamp down on me
Harness me harness me
Judder my
Vice but don’t give me advice
And ignite me
Don’t blind me
Over I Over I
Over I Over I
There’s a needle in my ceiling
What you seeing?
There’s a needle in my ceiling
And it’s breathing.

~ Alistair is raising money for Cancer Research UK during his ride - please wander over to his Just Giving page and donate a little cash. ~