Posts Tagged: poetry

float on anyway.

i bet being airborne as you die
is a weird sensation for the

MIND to process.
don’t they always say that you feel like your
SPIRIT is floating above your

if you are already floating and then your spirit is floating above
your suspended body there must be
some sort of SPIRITUAL chuckle as your

BRAIN processes the
DUALITY of it all.

stuff (a poem for today)

1:01 a.m. and my heart is fluttering
2 hours later and the dog’s nose is wet
but I’m no bet-ter
3:16 JOHN, not the Bible verse, just a bathroom,
cold floor relief
4, then it’s 5, then it’s six-oh-five and
I’m up, and alive.
my heart is fluttering

photo: East Bernard, TX, Holga, Ektachrome 400, dated 1994, cross-processed.