Sunday, April 5, 2015

a funeral in my brain

"Find an Emily Dickinson poem – preferably one you’ve never previously read – and take out all the dashes and line breaks. Make it just one big block of prose. Now  rebreak the lines. Add words where you want. Take out some words. Make your own poem out of it! "

Felt a funeral in my brain
mourners kept treading
tromping, threading
winding frayed embrace
until it seemed each sense was breaking
when they all were seated 
a service like a drum kept beating
until my mind lost place
then i heard them lift a box
and creak across my soul
with those same boots of lead
then space began to toll
all the heavens were a bell
and being, but an ear
silence, some strange race,
wrecked solitary here
then a plank in reason broke
i dropped down and down
hit new worlds at every plunge
cracked barriers of sound

and finished knowing then  

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