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.
