Travel Notes

TRAVEL NOTES

Oh

So

Coolly

I am turning into other things,

Yet somehow stay the same.

I am sitting in my living room

While I’m walking in the rain

And it’s very gently dropping

Dripping             dropping

Falling wetly on my head,

Getting slightly slippery,

Rolling sleepily down my skin

Rolling            sliding

And it is slowly seeping in

Slipping through my skin,

Through my skin,

Oh

So cruelly

Slipping through my skin.

Then I sit upright

Facing through the light

To listen to my fright

For I feel a growing fear

Of some crashing I might hear

If the thunder starts again.

Oh

So

Coolly

I am sitting in my chair

While standing over there

When it begins.

Thudding and thumping!

Bumping and bouncing!

It is the thrashing of my fear.

Growing deeper is this noise.

It is thumping on the wall.

It is tramping down the hall.

Banging, bashing, slashing,

Shaking pictures as it falls,

And it’s barging through my mind,

Busting outward through my skull.

Then it flows like washing water from a warming rivulet smoothly swaying and swelling and I can taste that I shall drown in this sticky lustrousness of a milky sun-lit honey and so dreamingly drift throughout the flushing running flow of the straining stream until it is as relaxed as music.

My night is sadly funny.

Oh

So

Cruelly

There is the sorrow of her laugh

That rises where the water gave its bath,

Where every night begins,

A star regains its twitching,

My mind’s in pain and itching.

Life and death are busy switching.

I reach awkwardly for the wall

For it is fastly flying.

I am forever falling and the wall

Goes off so fastly flying.

The wall has left me alone with it all

Pressing for my fall and I must crawl

In the empty of myself.

And the wall is flying faster.

What could it be that it is after?

And I am grieving for now I hear

A corpse that comes to stare

Oh

So

Coolly

From my place upon the chair.