The Linen Jungle

product of a 5minute workshop meeting.

The Linen Jungle

ws "about a bedroom"

4-13-1999

Tobias H. Reese

One for stop shine without knowing

my foot aghast

or asleep

kicking and aching

awake, baptized

Hosanna tropical dancing

like a Balboa tree in a

political

rainstorm, sunny days.

two for stop money and writhing

in an Edgar A. P short story

derelict fog winnowing.

Like Phoenicians in post Jumada foster homes

purgatory Mosques and Islamic heirlooms.

but you can't sleep there.

you can't kick at a cross

who's solitary

purpose

is to hang over your headboard.

while croaks and chokes are emitted like gasoline

and you lie awake writhing

and turning

and yearn to run away from an alien world

and

hide

beneath the sheets in a bedroom

made of

jungle twine.

Author's Note

I write in the land of metaphor, a world of symbolism and unrestrained abstraction governed by a hypothetical thought process and rhetorical sense of understanding.
If ever you feel the need to remark to me "I know how you feel" or something of that nature, please refrain as you aren't understanding the nature of what I've written at all.
It should never be assumed my art is personal.