that pinprick of light
pointed onto eyelids,
already a headache begun,
why was the sun so bright,
why did i drink so much vodka,
attempting to keep them shut
scratched fuzz on my stomach,
the sun should not be so bright,
obstinately opened eyes one then
other,
crazy reaction as if all
bipolar and horizontal cells
told the cortex,
what i had seen yesterday was shit
color so enhanced,
beyond glass sky surreal
clouds detected as moisture atoms
that if caught would dissolve in your palm,
clammy not from heat,
but a deep nausea,
everything carried on the axons of retinal
ganglions was transformed,
remembering Suzy,
bedclothes, sheets , cotton,
weave so visual looking as if to crumble
at a touch,
Suzy on her stomach face and breasts
pressed flat,
bare flesh across her spine seemed like
canvas ,a tarpaulin to fold and place away
everything had changed,
what drugs did i use last night,
irregular breathing
even my senses had altered
hard floorboards became springy
as if sap flowed through them again
not caring i was naked at the window,
wanting to be outside,
summer was at its height,
kids played at the hydrant at the end
of the street,
grass a blanket to be rolled,
earth molecules under compressed
could dissolve and turn to dust,
no rain for two weeks,
everything had become garments
on this planet,
removable interchangeable,
air tasted of sky particles
elemental pieces tingling tongue
pollution sour,
could i feel lightning
as it burned in my stomach
acid thunder rumbled,
could i project light beams
that was silly,
lying down
cortex overloaded,
sky lowered to face,
some fragrances carried
as particles caught and molded into
balls,
if i spat would it rain
torrents pouring from my mouth,
occipital lobe altered again,
having become an ultimate being
not afraid of my earth anymore,
i raised grayer clouds
so they could pour over me
so that i too became a garment
of the earth.
such intensity of sensation. so rich, tactile, visual…just love this. evocative at an almost atomic level.
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Hiya Chris,
There’s enough material here to cut a dozen poems….
don’t be wasteful putting it all in one 🙂
Overwhelming riches of words pictures and mind trails.
BTW, you make it sound as if Kirby is on the equator.
We shall have to take a trip up there to get warm
and finally stop shivering.
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I like the flesh across her spine as a canvas, no rain making everything a garment. Really this read like a scene from a movie, maybe Scorsese.
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Ah, painful reminders of what the next day can feel like. Really well described.
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A very vivid picture of hangover/depression. Depression barometric and interior. k.
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Your words, the images, feelings, the sun, the heat and yearning for a lover. What a combination of beauty you’ve created. Really enjoyed reading this.
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Haha…the sun should not be so bright…!
Enjoyed!
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No rain for two weeks…such heat overloading the cortex …I like the garment over the earth ~
Lovely share ~
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This was a heady mix of heat and hangovers…. But I think I know this feeling…..laying in bed n the heat….bed sheets are like razors….if I spat would it rain- loved this line….it conjured up that dry mouthness…..feeling of sickness almost….the end for me was downbeat (which I like because I’m strange)….but had a feeling of resignation….of giving in…..strong stuff here for sure
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everything had become garments, removeable, interchangeable…..i like that…and the return to it in the end as well, it sets a feeling and tone under all the rest…would not mind being in the fire hydrant with those kids though…its hot here…
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Nice one. Brings to mind a poem of Daito from the Green Koans:
No umbrella, getting soaked,
I’ll just use the rain as my raincoat.
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if i spat would it rain… the poem feels like a painting that has very clear zooms and then blurs again, melting with drugs and heat… a surreal world where someone tries to define the spot where he’s standing…good work
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