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ERIC GELSINGER |
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
Arms
out, toward a clearing
Of Walnuts, Pines, mountains,
To tall grassy weeds,
A spine of the Milky Way through them
With my hands out.
Vibrations
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.
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