Sunday, February 6, 2011
labyrinth of ice,
my spastic crazy chipping
at the melting warmth beyond.
I haunt my flash frozen
nightmarish winter dream,
a ghost of roads not taken,
a spineless spectre of bloodless flesh.
My boyhood filled with climbing trees
and kites strung taut against the sky,
I grew up to something else unsaid;
ground down to something less unseen.
The ambiance of emergency
room chaos pumping out my stomach,
fruit of concrete glassine dances
down back alley homemade drugstores.
I'm out of phase with time and place,
wobbly on the hospital gurney,
until I take my blinders off
of ambulatory sanity
and drop back into luminescent
summers running through the sprinkler,
winters sledding, snow fort battles,
drunken, choking smoke haze household,
boozed and battered fish and chips
and cookie dough raw as the nerve endings
I gnaw on.