From smiling sun where clouds once concealed,
It’s golden rays lifting mouth’s corners.
Then swiftly, absurd in motive,
Back to heavy legs,
Like every ounce of fluid is drained through aching toes.
Microbes that dance, invisible, wherever
Air directs their ballet,
Collect until boulders fit for burial chambers
Loom above the heavy mind.
There they slowly they press
On fragile crowns,
Bending knees and rounding shoulders.
Bubbling intestines, delicate to anxious feelings,
Twist and coil in fiery groans,
As if a giant’s spaghetti fork has been
Inserted through the navel;
It’s vile intent to slowly torment.
The throat replies to the cruel pull by closing,
Hands rake delicate skin
To bloody pulp;
Pull hair till neck
Creaks and splinters and
A voice wobbles in the ears:
“It’s alright. It’s all alright.”
But it’s not alright,
Silhouettes of the grotesque
Dance around wide eyes,
Knowing who you are and
Laugh at the shrivelled prune
Who is too weak to wander.
RUN, LITTLE PRUNE, RUN!
Sanctuary needs to be found!
Artificial crutches must
Be placed in armpits.
Please lord Jesus, tree, devil,
Moon goddess, Zeus,
Help me now!
Will it ever stop?!
Will this whitewater ride
Deliver you to gentle waters?
You are tied into the canoe now!
At some indeterminate time
A gentle breeze will appear to
Calmly inform you to
Relax the monkey mind,
Look between the shadows on the wall
To the rectangles the evening calm projects,
Allow your speeding thoughts to slow,
Along with heavy breath and
Realise that it, like darker days, are
Merely moments in a bigger movie.
Like searing pain of a stubbed toe,
Or a dicky tum,
The sensation will pass,
Leaving giggles and a lighter frame to
Walk where zombie Johnson once trailed his feet.
The next moment may just
Be a bright new sun.