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by Chris Sorrenti

it could just be the endless heat and humidity
the Kryptonite phenomena in full bloom
I feel bugs inside eating away at my infrastructure
to the point parts of me are
Missing In Action
instinctively knowing
an entity can’t function as normal
when the whole no longer reflects the sum

so for now I lie beneath the air conditioner
a wall holding back the burn of summer
though itself unhealthy through the
steady blast of processed artificial air
in a new state of spiritual hibernation
a torpor weather and nature have laid upon me
without my permission
enhanced this time by systems starting to falter
entangled with the growing trample of old age

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Posted on 08/04/2018
Copyright © 2019 Chris Sorrenti

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Kris Mara on 08/04/18 at 02:07 PM

You are always a master of words and meaning/feeling...this is so stark and honest...such a difficult frame of mind to live in...and reminds me of the days when it seems the oppressive heat will win...and it can be hard to imagine the fresh air making it through those walls. Hope you are well...

Posted by Glenn Currier on 08/07/18 at 04:00 AM

Parts of me MIA, that is very meaningful to me. And the trample of old age is related. I fell recently, losing my balance coming down off a step stool. Hit my head on the sidewalk - a bleeding nose and forehead gave me a Frankenstein look. What was MIA? Reflexes, muscle tone, cartilage in my knees, coordination. Oh so sad. But that's the trample of aging. Thank God my fingers and eyes still work pretty well. Thanks for this, Chris.

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