I smash a cap on my head and
r
u
n out
breathing shallow air
hoping to hell that i make it the few feet to the car
as I duck my head in
punctured jelly moons leak over sleeping silkworms
some call it charming fat like some coveted sports car
the deep loathing of my permanent smiling eyes …no matter the season
F l o w i n g
silent glass snakes s s reaching trembling chin
falling like stones off a cliff
into black cotton sea
Staining like linseed oil on paint
quaking
collar bones
I steady
my breath
and hit send
ring ring
ring ring
someone picks up.
relief…
words in some particular order
It never mattered
I end the call
muscle memory- foot on brake, index on press to start
simultaneously
the car rumbles to life
like a well oiled hinge
bluetooth
plays... today it was
Time Flies- Seb Wery
composer
Pianist - piano keys crashed into atmospheric emotion
storm blue waves well up like
vomit
my foot hits the gas pedal
I’m gone
and it erupts
Volcano like
relentless release
searing through
E v e r y t h i n g
lungs burn
chest ache
the world is blurring by
a tragically pretty,
hazy,
Monoclastic world
somehow I make it
through the black and white
avant garde reel
I park
I breathe
I looked the wild thing in the eyes
splotchy red skin, puffy orbital, water retained nostrils
Persephone’s winter…
some inner voice whispers
don’t forget the lip balm - went for the jugular
nothing I’m not used to
at the very least, the cerulean blue hat
embroidered with a blinding daisy
and the words
All Good.
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.




Comments (1)
Wow, what a journey. Excellent poem.