The Sleep's Wool

The Sleep's Wool

I think, somehow, I've found myself in Tierra del Fuego or orbiting the sun,

"And I think my mind shifts every time the wind blows",

Drips slow like honey,

Or vanishes and dissipates.

Blue notes of King Cole,

Jazz sounds. A window.

And through those thunder clouds,

The rain misplace,

I tried to sleep, the heat kept me awake.

Maybe if it's an opaque state,

I've again fallen asleep with the TV on,

The mujer shouts into her phone,

"The blancos will call your mother a puta in the same voice they greet you with."

And knowing midnight Sahara cactus store water like memories and oceans,

What's revealed if deep it seems instead indeed is me prepared to leap,

And float thirty thousand feet,

In and out of consciousness.

Somehow, I think, I've found myself in Tierra del Fuego or orbiting the sun.

Reviews

[Nariko]

This poem reminds me of the sounds I hear when I wake up early