Fidget (A Dick-Ass Alliterative Mess-Poem)

Fidget came up in fugue
Overflowing with warmth
And splintered wood

Sounds of sea splashing
And gulls giggling

Funny, she thought
That she couldn’t see them

The strange nature
Of the cackling gulls
Seemed irrelevant
As she lay staring
At wispy water
Floating far above

Unsure as to how
She had come to be there
But comfortable
It felt like
It had always been that way

She chose
Not to ask further questions
That might belie
The true missteps
In her reclined reasoning

The tenuous
Subconscious agreement
That incongruity
Could be ignored
If left
Unnoticed

The crashing of reality
Vibrating up
Through ancient pylons
Disrupted dreamy stillness

Denial

A river flooded

A tempestuous thought
Dragged her forcibly
From the blinding peace
Of sun-soaked apathy

The deluded daylight
Destroyed
By darkening horizons

As raging
Reached fevered heights
The ocean beneath
Her minuscule wooden haven
Blackened and boiled

From frothing pit
Came magnificent maw
The Giant Squid of Universal Insignificance
Swallowed screaming heroine whole

Thalassic laughter filled the gap


Note: I wrote this last year.. I have more than 60 pieces sitting in the limbo of my hard drive (and several more scattered through several notebooks.. I even have one scrawled on the head of my high tom [That’s a drum]!). I really like Fidget, no reason. That said, this is a horrible mess of a poem.

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