Saturday, January 2, 2010

Ramayana's Daydream

I tasted the juices, millions of years old. My feet were covered in earth. I hugged the ground, and the ground, like an impoverished boy curled next to a space heater in an attic-turned-bedroom with makeshift walls, hugged back. Naked girls pirouetting danced through my mind, the background a cave dimly lit by fire. What would I think if I left that cave? What would I do if the fire went dim? One slight change of path, and what would the ancient juices taste like? What would my feet be covered with? I am turning into a rocket. I hope death is like a space launch.

Bio: John Arthur lives in New Jersey. He likes to read, write, listen to music, and play music. He sings in a band called The Deafening Colors:


Anonymous said...

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jim said...

Death like a space launch...Yes, probably a tad bit more exciting. I feel like I've experienced this myself, at least to some small extent. Did I have a dream like this or will I have a dream like this? I'm not sure but I know I like this

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