Yokosuka-senseless

Magic carpet clouds disappearing, leaving me to fall down…into jellyfish pillows of indigo smoke. Greylight, the sensation of descent…and return of an abandoned memory – a forgotten morning’s warm caress.

My eyelids droopy; me, wrecked and exhausted, and taxing myself to make sense of the origami-geometry: dizzy-fuzzies goBBa-gobbLING wigga-wIgGa-wiGGa wif tWizZle-stICKs of fireworks and dynamite going crickle-crackle-kaBOOm! Kadee!

Suspicion pours itself on me then, lathers me with a coat of criminality; the perception is vague, viscous. Shallow…a sinister abstraction, like wanting to scream at yourself for remembering you were trying to forget.

Ahhh, she butterfly kisses the stars to sleep, one by one.

Posted by Invisibleye in: Experiences   17 April, 2009   Tags: Yokosuka-sen

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