Alien Landscape

the pillow that ate a city

contrary to Sylvia Plath's "...very still and very empty, the way the eye of a tornado must feel, moving dully along in the middle of the surrounding hullabaloo", i feel apocalyptic like whirling shards of dust moving in dizzying repitition of upward and downward spirals of decay surrounding deafening dullness and infinite incontinuity.

my shouting at brown house lizards when they tittered at me at night has ceased because they always stop when i do. the happy evil of what that suggests keeps me mum at night. it was just cowardice that kept me immobile and vigil in bed, suppressing the maddenning urge to get up and switch the lights on and off repeatedly and cackling defiantly at them brown evil freaks.

but i must be doing something wrong again because i hear traffic in my pillow and the lizards started to grow shadows and they flitted fleetingly at the corner of my eyes. i just knew it was going to be another sleep filled with vivid beautiful dreams which end in grayness and mockery when pillows learn to murmur and seduce and swallow a city whole.
it was.
Posted by NHJ 5/26/2005 02:30:00 pm

Thursday, May 26, 2005