
Lost and trample
flick and switch
pulling eyes down
stretched and taught
sick of tired
shaky but firm
laying blankly
Every tiny thing! A germ waiting to be touched
It's all been seen
and cloth and fabric and soft and it's all permeated but I can't feel clean why?
tired lips, grumpy and full
and overhanging and I can't control it
but I do and not knowing is making me worse and tired
but I know I am knowing and even life flowing feels heavy
Should be floaty but then I don't engage
choose me but if I am then I lose me
so I can't ask me why, but all you, everywhere, do
and I stilt and I can't make my voice stop you poking
and in my face, do you know, then you know
So don't ask but then I'm alone
and I'm home but uncomfortable fabric and cloth
and that where I am and I don't understand
but I could or I couldn't or something less tiring could be more fun!
But I need to sleep, trapped in a pleat, but that word is annoying me, ploying!
And me, I am faint and dizzy and my fingers annoy me; they fudge and plomp and I need to shout and its full in my mind and its running around and word association makes me cross!
Jittery, neurotic and weak
Shaky and lifeless
hungry and bad and
plump
Full of intolerance
empty of world
to tearful nostalgia
~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~and laying still
All images and text © Wendy Jedrzejewska 2007