The Alignment of Planets

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The Alignment of Planets
I roll out of bed with the remnants
of a dream pulling me like an aching
lover back to the sheets.
There I remain in the trance
of speeding down moonlit highways
on a motorcycle I’ve never learned
how to ride.
I pass cars with vanity plates that
will never exist, filled with tired
motorists going to dream vacations
that will never end, but never began.
As I put my feet on the ground
and tear away the mental tapeworms
of nerve impulses, I do not feel a violent
disruption of worlds colliding.
One world fades slowly,
like a depressed swathe of Earth
rising to meet the mountains,
after the weight of a glacier recedes.
As the spray of a shower begins to
splash my face, and I begin to lather
my body, my eyes remain closed
and the world of sinks and toilets
disappears for another fifteen minutes.
My body finds itself among the
tropical fish, blindingly colorful.
When I peak my head out of the water
and swim onto shore to towel
off, I find myself dressed in winter
clothes on the sandbar, and from that
beach always drive impossibly
back to class, on a cold day
in upstate New York.
I roll out of bed with the remnants
of a dream pulling me like an aching
lover back to the sheets.
There I remain in the trance
of speeding down moonlit highways
on a motorcycle I’ve never learned
how to ride.
I pass cars with vanity plates that
will never exist, filled with tired
motorists going to dream vacations
that will never end, but never began.
As I put my feet on the ground
and tear away the mental tapeworms
of nerve impulses, I do not feel a violent
disruption of worlds colliding.
One world fades slowly,
like a depressed swathe of Earth
rising to meet the mountains,
after the weight of a glacier recedes.
As the spray of a shower begins to
splash my face, and I begin to lather
my body, my eyes remain closed
and the world of sinks and toilets
disappears for another fifteen minutes.
My body finds itself among the
tropical fish, blindingly colorful.
When I peak my head out of the water
and swim onto shore to towel
off, I find myself dressed in winter
clothes on the sandbar, and from that
beach always drive impossibly
back to class, on a cold day
in upstate New York.
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Comments
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so simple and complete....I love it.........they're asking me to prove why I should be allowed to stay with my baby in Australia, because I'm mentally ill......and they think I should leave......0
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It's good, the tension between dream epiphany and flat journalese. I like it.0
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I liked the unexpected humor in your line "the world of sinks and toilets".&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0
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justam wrote:I liked the unexpected humor in your line "the world of sinks and toilets".
Me too. There's another poem in there. Seriously.0 -
FinsburyParkCarrots wrote:Me too. There's another poem in there. Seriously.
You're right. Maybe one about shiny white bathroom fixtures, a steamy mirror and a frosted window, fraying towels, a rubber plug on a chain, drains....
There's lots of material in a bathroom.&&&&&&&&&&&&&&0 -
You know, when I wake up in the morning, I feel the exact same way :-)There is no such thing as leftover pizza. There is now pizza and later pizza. - anonymous
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird0 -
Thankyou all for your comments, it's always those simple human habits which seem to strike deeper than the attempt to turn overarching thought and "deep" ideas, into human habit0
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