Whup-Ass end words challenge poems

I didn’t really follow the rules, which were to use these words as end rhymes in order:

pandemonium
quai
harmonium
away
hide
splinter
outside
Pinter
facing
brick
chasing
slick

Flutter

My heart is pandemonium. The beats
are no longer aligned with the smooth systemic glub
of waves against the quai,
but jigger–a harmonium of malformed
valves that struggle to carry blood away
to the cold hands, the cold feet, the blackened-in vision
that attempts to hide reality through blindness.

Ignoring it didn’t work. There was always a splinter
of a reminder, poking in from outside.
Always a dreg in the bottom of the pint. Errors
in my complete adherence to my fantasy creep in
and I am left facing something that could be truth.

And the heart skips like a brick spun
across a pond. There’s almost enough to keep
it bouncing. There’s almost enough to keep
it chasing immortality, or at least tomorrow.
Skip thump and the needles fly across the slick, slick paper.

That has some redeeming qualities. This one probably doesn’t, aside from maybe a line.

Pockets Full of Change

This true
pandemonium,
the scents, a new
body roils
against mine, the quai
thick with oils
and feathers–where someone
whistles
Harmonium’s
Dixie and done–
slips away.

New bristles
in my hide,
new splinters
poking out from my
blood, reaching outside
through my skin.
They seek Pinter’s

Homecoming in
the trees facing
the house.
There was one last brick
sent chasing
after a vandal boy.
Passed.
Louse.
There was one last
wave of slick
oil.