going under

s i n k ing.

doctor smiles their last smile & the bright light above

like something of a ghost signal the other side of the

moon n’ all that the sheets are placed appropriately

& tied down with arms tense hands gripping tight

for life the lull comes on the light fades out the cracks

and the neck releases all the air out like a popped

rubber hose with air still being pumped through it.

 

all the paths are sealed off & the feet meander along the

glass grass with bits & pieces snipping off, splintering

with each step but not one punctures the skin, instead

like ultra-absolutely-small icicles they melt against

the skin which is cold to the touch but hot enough to

leave the memory of heat upon anything the body rolls

against.

 

sounds in the distance come closer & when they echo in

the ears they make vibrations which etch from one side

of the mind to the other like an iron pinion being slammed

through from right to left & back again when the same

fingers used to touch the roaring heat spots along the legs

now seem to be falling off like lemmings jumping from

the cliffs & the limbs as well disappear quick as a cigarette

burning itself to ash seemingly dissipating with each twitch

of the holder’s hand.

 

the gums of the teeth begin to shake & burn up & under

within the roots of the teeth & the mouth begins to slam its

jaws together clattering like a rusty steel trap left to

freeze in the wilderness now awoken by a small 2.5

richter quake whose only real problem was not being

strong enough to stir those whose own ability to

experience drama has been erased from their core.

 

hand over hand not seen or felt any longer (but still

climbing downward on the ladder) now find the ladder

ending & the legs begin to swing to & fro down below

there is simply deep deep deep darkness & the sounds

that had been belting through the skull with eyes

floating all around a million electric eyes connecting

& piercing through one another overlapping &

echoing aesthetically in pure silence through light’s

suggestion.

 

bursts of sparks & small fires trip over each of the

next waves of sound meshed with scents that

together begin to pummel the brain with memories

that had been forgotten & with that the tapping of

shoes along a hard floor as that of a medical facility

the feelings that had retreated begin to revive the

toes, the heels the feet in totality, legs, pelvis, etc.

with all of that the eyes snap open with the surprise

of a gunshot near the head just as one has drifted off

to sleep & the doctor still smiles & nothing is known

whatsoever of what has occurred outside oneself.