the perils of feeling sick


Eye Half Shut

Don't ask me to feel tonight
For iceblocks don't come closer,
And I'll freeze you out.

Inertia is exploding so convincingly
That my ship has no choice but to drink up,
And will sink bloated and heavy

In and out
This tide hums spasmodically
A metronome of expectance

Internal buzzing
Which wires are connected?
How can my circuit still run?

I tried to blow it out,
Make sure it would implode
Yet it does not peter out.

Dull thudding, rhythmic
Yet it is only thought, not felt
For my nerves no longer exist.

What is left of my ocean?
Many islands submerged
In a solution of mud

Causeways blocked by possibilities
Hypotheticals, pride bombs
That just won't let me get to you.

Pirate, patched one
Only half able
To distinguish the route

What remains of it, no less
For rebuild I must
To fight my way through

And evaporate the floodwater




Poetry by Caila Ihle
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Written on 2006-08-16 at 15:43

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