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life time
by Angela Thomasi can't tell anymore if i love or hate the wine. if i want to fill
the tub with it and bathe. if i want to fill the sink with it and
drown. i can't tell anymore if i love incense or if it makes me
sick. if i want to burn it, burn me, blow it out, snub it on the
wood holder, ignite it, smell it, vomit, come again, or cry. my
veins feel like they are suddenly full of lead all of the time. manage
up the 5 flights and crash. a momumental feat. i lay on the couch
for hours staring at mind-numbing television praying for it to
kick it. praying for the anesthetic quality. the lack of feeling.
i watch romance movies on lifetime, drama on hbo, documentaries
on the national geographic channel and i flip between the channels
like i sprawl in bed every night between the covers tossing and
turning and never able to find a cool spot. i used to curl between
my pillows for safety. it suddenly feels like a void post. there is no
more heavy artillary in the safety of my sheets, only my hands
holding the pillows like i hold my chest. only my eyes, bleeding
softly between the cotton and the down. i soak in a cold bath.
the tub is filled with honey and milk. i wake up for a moment. see
my toes and sigh. they look swollen with fever and my flesh is too
white to recognize. i close my eyes. i rest. i wake. i stop. no more. 04/03/2007 Author's Note: VERY stream of conscienceness.
Posted on 04/04/2007
Copyright © 2024 Angela Thomas
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 04/04/07 at 03:14 AM i like that though. i honestly think it's one of the most difficult styles out there to pull off and pull off well. but i think you do a great job with it. |
| Posted by Genevieve Sturrock on 04/04/07 at 03:27 AM it may be one of the most cohesive stream of conscience poems i've read...i really related to it...the wine, the incense...all of it. well done. |
| Posted by Laura Doom on 04/06/07 at 01:27 PM Brilliant opening - the whole thing read like a transition from 'true' stream of consciousness, through subliminal consciousness of the stream, then self-consciousness, to semi-conscious conclusion, if that makes sense. Definitely somewhere you should go more often. |
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