Another Head Poem by Margaret Alice Second

Now I discover to my chagrin the little alien
in my head refuses to translate a legal plant
health decree, suddenly he's willing to wash
my cups, all six of them, to look up terms ad
infinitum, but the moment new lines are to be
analysed, he jumps up and hangs from the
rafters in my head

I implore the deva of legislation to help me -
but she has been contaminated by French
despondency and only sighs in reply, softly
whispering that nobody believes in her thus
her powers are spent, it will need a special
ceremony to cleanse her- but it's impossible
for me to stare at my navel while

Sending greetings to my internal organs &
greeting my liver and kidneys is too weird -
the warmth of acceptance and removing the
pain of centuries is not why I'm here, giving
up the good fight for what is right, I make a
cup of sweet coffee & then contemplate my
drive home instead - looking forward to

Speeding and greeting taxi-men who like
the competition offered by my little grey car
as I accelerate to inform robots & the uni-
verse of my desire to see a friendly light in
green and this mostly works, the little alien
loves speeding with me and I shall persist
in my work until he desists - or

Finds another head to live in…