Neo-Gothic Fresco

i sit here

drifting in and out of sleep,

waking to pain,

taking more pills,

then in, and back out again.

 

 

the synaptic gaps

of billions of neurons

widen

after each intake,

 

 

intakes,

that block the signals

like sombre soaked umbrellas

against a storm,

 

 

the hail bombards,

birds fall from branches,

some find the hollows

of old trees

 

 

and become

trapped poems.  

 

 

i dreamt of a wasp

amongst Rossetti’s flowers

whilst i slept,

 

 

electric buzzing

over tender pleasure

gardens

 

 

where russet red beauty

held my pills

in her open soft palm,

 

 

and i woke to questions

smudged like oil

in circles of first-brained

codeine fog,

 

 

murmuring

like mantras;

 

 

how do i fill the gaps

when the umbrellas

deflate -

 

 

when

 

 

the painkillers

wear off?

 

Reviews

[Anna]

This was very good. My only suggestion, please use proper grammar.

[Divinity Sleeps in This]

really interesting and surreal. I like your experiments in consciousness and altered-states.

[Pi Cee]

Sound. No thought. A word on repeat.

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. heartbreaking ... i am simply unable to cope with the pain i am in ... i don't know how i manage to survive ... i astonish myself by remaining sane ... a brilliant piece of poetry, monsieur ...