The Rack

The First Timne, when I was young, a lover left me, I sank into deep withdrawal. I thought of that today, reflecting on how long it took to manage my intake, among other things.

 

Cold plaster walls entomb me.

A comatose of snow descends outside

My bones. . . . .riddled with antholes

          .Hollow   Pimples.

                     On calcium

                             white

                             stalks

          That swarm with tickling life.

Cold draft through anthill holes

         through     bones

Whistling right down to the marrow.

Your last pinprick whisper goodbye

   through the receiver holes

   of the old rotary dialtone Phone

     in my heart.........................................receding

     the last grains of morphine.................. receding (a scattering of sand through my heart).

The venom sprawled right into my sheets,

     a nightmare prison of suffocating white

     balloons around my head, tucked under my elbows, and

           finally thrown off the Bed

     to reveal the bare, crippling meat of this paradox:

(kicking legs! screaming knees! squalling stomach! Venom sweat! Lying fly-tongue! Dry meat heart!

Tribal temples...pounding! Broken mirrors of guilt...cutting! different angles across my heart

Frozen, empty lungs....rattling!:

           The chamber where I vent my soul in menthol that doesn't help.

Your gone your gone your gone your gone. And all my loves are gone. And all my dearest friends are

                            gone.

              And half my family's gone.

                                And....and....and)

I hum my prisms into the pillow.

A ganglia of nerves throughout my skin....convulsing in electric jellyfish spasm

I hiccup my legs, shift the folded pockets of air

and huddle       beneath my ratty blanket.

I feel your glacier of finality

Melting through the topology of my brain

Scouring me out of all the

Small channels of brain tissue

   leaving behind a little nub of hollow bone

              the pocket of a skull.

              the huddle of bones

                     on a matress

   where we used to beat our dreams in 2.

Author's Note

I wrote this earlier today, reflecting on my first break up ever. It was devestating, I let myself slip, I let myself fall into withdrawals, became depressed. It took so long to learn how to handle all those things.....and even now

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[Lover Of Words]

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[James William Dyer]

"The chambers where I"...not the chamber