I lift myself up, up, up, up, and away, flying higher than high, and, somehow, it is done without trampling on anyone. Yes, it is possible to fly unaided. And, unbolstered by your underpinnings, by your transient base of ashes, I soar, on and on, soaring into infinity, everlasting and feeling, at last, but notContinue reading “Feeling Real Fine”
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Gaslit
Gas attempts to infiltrate via the gaps between flashes of my thoughts, gut the gaps, being gaps, are gapless. Gas, failing to infiltrate, instead up ……………… and I shine across ————————–> borders. me lights Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by calimiel from Pixabay
Roller Coaster Toxicity
Twenty-three years of riding, elevated up and dropped right down; in the twenty-fourth year, I go coastal, and the sand in my bucket maintains my shape. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, April 2019 Image by stokpic from Pixabay
Mindfulness
My mind is full of the things I mind about, and I mind. Mind you, to have less in my head of the things I mind about would be to be something less than myself, and that I really would mind. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, March 2019 Image by cocoparisienne from Pixabay
Something Important
Today, she is told; today, she is surplus to requirements; no longer required in the gap between the squeeze to make a profit. Squished and squashed, until she can slip through the gap unscathed, she lands – plop – into a freshly-ploughed field. Fertilised, nourished and watered, she feels, for the first time, that sheContinue reading “Something Important”
The Long Moment
Longing for a long moment to come to be shorter, he demands to know, ‘How long?’ and receives no reply, just the elongating sound of silence, stretching out, out and stabbing into his head, his thoughts, his freedom to remain encapsulated and undisturbed, and his freedom to be momentarily himself, a freedom now lost foreverContinue reading “The Long Moment”
Ecstabeing
If being okay, calm and mellow, they think, is to be well. Then, to be well, I think, is to be a well being. To measure my own wellness, being a being, I pinch my skin; it feels like flesh, only mildy hairy, threaded through with purple veins and sprinkled over with freckles – easilyContinue reading “Ecstabeing”
Therapist
I take her on a journey through the mess in my house: the sweet wrappers, looking pretty, with a shiny red glow; and the cereal boxes, turned in on themselves, and painted white; and the half-full bottles of spinach juice; the glitter sparkling; and the beige foundation – crumbling and sinking into salmon pink. SheContinue reading “Therapist”
Macrophage
When my sanity shattered, and my soul gave up, I stood there and stared at the stars. A faraway fragment, a shard of my mind, did sparkle and shine, quite dazzling and fine. I watched it take form, as its eyeballs danced; saw it open its mouth and take up its stance. It captured andContinue reading “Macrophage”
Wild Thing
Do I have to be a something to be a something to be remembered? Will the world carry on ahead, with all the somebodies who have been something? Is that something? Am I something? Is it something just to be me? Wild. Wild in a wilderness of somebodies. Copyright owned by Jay Cool, January 2019Continue reading “Wild Thing”
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