Jack G Bowman

November Vertigo

His head swims in circles,

he wonders if it’s from ‘the booster’

or some hangover state from trying some of Greer’s ideas,

 

he waits for more news to come

from Jerome, Loeb, Bassett, Elizondo, John Greenwald jr., Cameron,

settles on the retired Colonel (Alexander) and his attempts to connect everything from crytos to

ufos, a paranormal plane of consciousness

one that makes sense, in a way, is elusive to science and math

it moves him in a way that may break down some of his current precepts of reality,

it also may also not

so, back he goes, head swimming and all,

to tangible ‘nuts and bolts’

tries to breathe, go on with routine,

but the genie, once she is free,

won’t go back in the bottle.

  

Shadow Returns

Trying to move passed the feelings that resurface,

a poisonous red seed

a viper that hides in the briars

intent on a fatal attack

camouflaged,

but moves,

over dark thorns unharmed

part of the same evil

he knows that his path narrows ahead

and that is the perfect place for

the strike to occur

he slows imagines it in his mind visualizes

each movement, turn and coil

so, he stops and waits

it may take hours

or he may have to create his own way

through the high grass on the left.  

Reaction Formation

Fingers are slammed into a door,

screams stay inside,

they do stress and damage to organs, nerves,

a contusion immediately forms

on three fingers

 

he watches through glassy eyes

as the digits swell, fingerprints stretch,

colors change to red, then slowly purple,

the pain burns through the entire hand

 

he runs cold water over it,

imagines streams, lakes, waterfalls

a strong ache emerges

his mind comes back to him

 

he looks at his hand, his fingers are dry, fine,

the slam was only a shock to his system

a vivid, waking dream

easier to experience a hard wood door wounding

than the sudden pain

that was actually done

in reality.