while the world was busy sleeping
yr sister and her son fell asleep on the couch
you were thinking about this curtailed trip
the alternates that place you
came spiralling back down
all too fast. i got dizzy.
i threw my head back, and i let the waves of nausea roll
roll
roll
static line landscape that is your homeplace
echoes and interrupts like yr burgeoning sickness
the expectations split the spectrum
into fields of grey
the antenna is faulty
my thoughts buzz and crackle. scrolling lines disorient the view
...(unfinished)
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment