Life through the bottom of a whisky bottle
like jim morrison looking in the mirror
or kieth richard through a glass darkly
circum-navigate the perimeter of the vortex
before plunging right in
head first
swimming in a sea of comatose saliva
until emerging
strapped to a spinning wheel
in space
gasping for air
and wretching in the g force
with eyes like telescopes
twinkling stars and galaxies
turn in droves
and finally succumb
to zero gravity
floating on the cushion of a freezing breeze
mortality becomes the reality.
©Mark Harton-Myers Metaphysical literature 2/10/2009 All rights reserved. Copying, public presentation or broadcast, commercial use or republication of this work is prohibited by law.
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