The heavy, wet, navy blanket
was tilting my skull, left and right,
but not back, and sometimes
forward into a bowl, a chintzy
cereal, bluffed with crunched
sugar, smearing my eyes, my
coffee slathering all over my
shoes and my favorite paintings,
but the door was too close, my
hand working, my body flowing
like stale varnish in the basement,
my legs, two steps, and movement,
then the cement moving by, grinding
ankles and knees, these brain waves
crushing the pain and huge storms
of blood stirring my brain cells,
while the birds with perfect sixes
(torched pink by my favorite threes)
followed by eights in a blossoming
light telling me that air was
arriving slowly and today, yes
today I don’t want to leave
this world, as something has
taken my blanket and left it in the
ash can and the birds stretch
me into a terse example of reformed
ugliness, lightness of being.
.
stillfugue 
#1 by Evelyn on August 1, 2012 - 10:01 am
“huge storms
of blood stirring my brain cells”
this reminds me of the tomato tornado from Cloudy With A Chance of Meatballs.
“and today, yes
today I don’t want to leave
this world”
sigh, this is a great quote.
“me into a terse example of reformed
ugliness, lightness of being”
I love the awknowledgement that one can be ugly and light…
#2 by Carl on August 6, 2012 - 11:30 pm
Thank you so much for your time and your comment. I learn from you.
#3 by Hawkruh on August 2, 2012 - 12:01 am
I like the turn around into hope 🙂
#4 by Carl on August 6, 2012 - 11:31 pm
Yes! You got it! I ride these roller coasters! Thanks for your comment.
#5 by Millie Ho on August 2, 2012 - 11:25 am
There are too many good lines in your poem to list, Carl. The fact that you are still writing/creating while tending to your day job in the finance industry makes me revel in the knowledge that I, too, can follow in your footsteps upon my induction into the business world upon graduation next year. Looking forward to new work from you!
#6 by Carl on August 6, 2012 - 11:35 pm
Thank you for your comment, Millie! Don’t let that work world take too much space, no matter how enticing, OK?
#7 by Victoria C. Slotto on August 2, 2012 - 12:04 pm
Strong images and pmetaphors in this, Carl.
#8 by Carl on August 6, 2012 - 11:36 pm
Thank you, Victoria. I appreciate your kind words.
#9 by claudia on August 5, 2012 - 8:48 am
i agree with victoria..strong images and metaphors in this… my fav lines..
while the birds with perfect sixes
(torched pink by my favorite threes)
followed by eights in a blossoming
light telling me that air was
arriving slowly…. there’s so much love to detail here and it’s so meaningful
#10 by Carl on August 6, 2012 - 11:37 pm
Thank you for reading and commenting, Claudia. Your words mean a great deal.