Plagued this week. Feeling the S-waves
from the accident, supposedly. A sneeze
shook my body, a pain in
the chest has resonated since. There is fear
to sneeze. And therefore.
There is a great inability
to sit still, to sit and read and catch
up with the digital world, because
it’s not in front of me. And this is
choice, it would
have to be determined. My nerves
itch, which allow my limbs to shake
unsteadily, which generates the body
tremor leading to my fin
to break the words apart. Coffee table
gets the worst of it, the secondhand smoke
from the tremor; the rubber soul smoke
escaping the pressure from shifting feet
irritate the furnishing. The coffee mug
dances drunkenly — due
dismay — dauntingly,
more java needed to be sipped and slurr
ped down the pipe and into the blood-
stream and to the rest of the body.
Heart is cracking its knuckles,
brain rolls its eyes.
Outside is disguised poorly
pale blue, a terrible make-
up work, needing more of
a makeover; and add
a touch of grey.
My recent post at Syracuse New Times. Here’s another found coffee ring. Since this weekend in Central New York was a quiet and wet one, I banked off of a picture that was taken on the way to New York City and Brooklyn this past December. Without further ado: About a Stranger
I play with words and invisible objects.
A mind, a pen and a piece paper have the best relationship ever.
"Remember this--if you shut your mouth, you have your choice."
- F. Scott Fitzgerald