The Alignment of Planets
EvilToasterElf
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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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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.
The risk I took was calculated, but man, am I bad at math - The Mincing Mockingbird