Saturday, May 05, 2012

Title Pending

Still from Black Narcissus

Standing in the river with pebbles in my hand
You don’t know your luck
When the stuck drawer apportions blame
To your poor dress sense

And the room disagrees with every action
Every breath a revelation
Yet to unfold

Awake in a hot sweat unable
To throw down the gauntlet of reason
When your opponent is so elusive
When the veil of dreamtime
Short-cuts your carapace
Gets under your skin

And the room now agrees without rancour
Accepts your daytime checklist
Neat and folded

Standing in the sea with the morning in my head
I don’t believe in luck
Like a stuck record I revolve
To repeat this nonsense


Harnett-Hargrove said...

Expect the unexpected. Potent imagery. -J

Garth said...

Jayne: this is a result of waking from a weird dream where I couldn't close a drawer, a drawer which told me that I should change my clothes if I wanted it to close(!)

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...

The guy in union jack clothes, the goth chick and her clothes and now this piece gives mention to poor dress sense.

What gives?

Confessions of a Temporal Lobe said...
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Garth said...

There's a lot of it about :)