here is a family where conversations are crunching
like an old man who’s decided it’s all
too fast out there, that watches a child
spinning and feels his head and
stomach grind up into his throat
things are said in the long pause of moaning
and the director is saying ‘you will be sick’
there’s no shame in this; it is the
choppiness that push and pull their thoughts
and the sea will play its part
closing down the senses, eyes bulging shut
ears ringing deftness, a salivating dry
mouth, prickly skin going numb, it can
only be the director’s attention
that will make it real and remind
me how differently we all play
the same game
Tags: 2008, consciousness, reality, travel
