Treasure Island

B H Fairchild

(1942 - / Houston, Texas.)

Motion Sickness


I am tired of the heave and swell,
the deep lunge in the belly, the gut's
dumb show of dance and counterdance,
sway and pause, the pure jig of nausea
in the pit of a spinning world.
Where the body moves, the mind
often lags, clutching deck, anchor,
the gray strap that hangs like the beard
of death from the train's ceiling,
the mind lost in the slow bulge
of ocean under the moon's long pull
or the endless coil of some medieval
argument for the existence of God
or the dream of the giant maze
that turns constantly in and in
on itself and there is no way out . . .
I am sick and tired of every rise and fall
of the sun, the moon's tedious cycle
that sucks blood from the thighs of women
and turns teenage boys into wolves
prowling the streets, hungry for motion.
Let me be still, let me rest
in some hollow of space and time
far from the seasons and that boring,
ponderous drama of day and night.
Let me sleep in the heart of calm
and dream placidly of birds frozen
in the unmoving air of eternity
and the earth grown immobile
in its centrifugal spin, and God
motionless as Lazarus in his tomb
before he is raised dizzily
to fall again, to rise, to fall.

Submitted: Thursday, January 01, 2004

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  • Patti Masterman (3/28/2013 11:49:00 AM)

    For some reason reminds me of Pablo Neruda, 'Walking Around' remember some of those lines; I am tired of being a man, It so happens I’m tired of my feet and toenails,
    my hair and my shadow. But it is it's own original poem, and this is only the resemblance my mind called up, because that's what mind's are prone to do. (Report) Reply

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