Glass

Glass short poem

Uploaded by Andrew Darlington


the first is touch
losing touch
sense of touch
losing softness
losing abrasions…

in dark
amputation…

this is how it was,
my mother did not die,
just detached, gradually
less tenuously linked
to life, until there
was no link…

now me, no colour
fading movies
soft monochrome
shimmers in shades
occasional lip-tint
sometimes the blue of eyes
then not even that…

the next is smell
the crispness of bread
car exhausts, moist earth,
farts, de-seeded peppers,
yes, I remember
faintly, then fainter still
until memory is gone…

warmth evaporates
leaving chill,
I’m becoming glass,
skin as translucent ice
awareness retracts as
snail’s eyestalks…

always a dreamer, they say
prone to shift suspended
above life, beyond gravity
in tactile disconnect
only now, more so…

close my eyes
inviting oblivion
speeding in the fast-lane
I am sight, I listen
I watch, I hear
the scrattling of bugs
nothing more…

cellular particles
drift apart
more space than being,
towards inertia,
movement arrests
moveless now…

I prefer this
stillness…

when next my eyes close
they will never open…

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By way of introduction, I’ve had masses of material published in all manner of strange and obscure places, magazines, websites, anthologies and books. I’ve also worked as a Stand-Up Poet on the ‘Alternative Cabaret Circuit’, and I’ve interviewed very many people from the worlds of Literature, SF-Fantasy, Art and Rock-Music for a variety of publications (a selection of my favourite interviews collected into the recent ‘Headpress’ book ‘I WAS ELVIS PRESLEY’S BASTARD LOVE-CHILD’). My latest book is ‘DON'T CALL ME NIGGER, WHITEY: SLY STONE & BLACK POWER’. I look forward to your feedback...ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE IS NO MATCH FOR NATURAL STUPIDITY!!! Check out my website ‘EIGHT MILES HIGHER’ – ‘The Blogspot for People Who Don’t Like Blogspots’ – latest postings include ‘Music From Sheffield: The Box’ interviews/history, Kurt Vonnegut 1983 interview, full Bill Nelson interview-live/album review-discog retrospective with rare archive art, ‘The Lost Worlds Of Arthur Conan Doyle: His SF, Fantasy & Horror’, Neil Sedaka Live, Elvis: My Visit To Graceland & Sun Studios with photos, ‘Rogue Moon’ by Algis Budrys – history & analysis, Cassandra Complex 1988 interview, and more… monthly updates at http://andrewdarlington.blogspot.com
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