Spring night by the lake in a field with 200 year old walnut tree
I lowered myself into a hole
At night, jumping to dark
Water into deep, sightless inching.
I left the flashlight, went
Arms in front, opened screen door.
Down stairs to a wide field in wide night
Toward a big branching darkness
Against blue-black. Among walnuts, roots.
Tried to lie comfortable,
Pussy willows, smell of night-grass
Weeds, windy stars, rippling floors
Some blue black patches between tree’s
Upside-down roots where wind roots.
Rolled over, took face away
From what breeze floated down
From a lake near the stars, vegetable smell
On stomach, chest, elbows
Crawled barefoot to edge of the wood
Planks. Stood barefoot. Leaped out
Cannon ball deep
out, toward a clearing
Of Walnuts, Pines, mountains,
To tall grassy weeds,
A spine of the Milky Way through them
With my hands out.
I have put so much coffee into my body I have lost my emotions.
Coffee makes me lie: I do have one emotion
It is called too much coffee.
The coffee wears off very fast
Because I drink so much of it: I have a second emotion
It is called I have to pee
It is a very strong emotion
I am like King Lear
I have a strong emotion
I am like Oedipus
I do not gouge out my eyes. I have to pee.
They live in the old days. Not me.
Oedipus never pees
King Lear does not pee
Because they are from that time
They are not real
I am real
I am emotional
I need a glass of water
This is also a strong emotion.
I will drink water and pee at the same time.
The coffee is wearing off even more
I have new emotions.
They care called txt msgs.
Txt msgs are a major way to do emotions
Txt msgs are better than faces or voices for emotions
I get txt msgs
But they are all from the same person
My pocket vibrates hopelessly
Like the old days.