A free verse couch contemplation piece I’d written during a post hurricane post outage in 2015, published on Medium by Ladowich Magazine. Oh, and Star Trek.

“Darmok and Jalad at Tanagra”

woken with words from a dream of bobble heads

I’ve siphoned quarries of amygdala to whet the parch of white from a faux leather couch binging through Star Trek and lost arks in a room we just painted Behr Interlude.

I might be bordered on the lop side but there are slick traces of you metamorphosing from the pancake dreamer of treachery under the sink plotting with a whisk to sprint from the pantry with a jar of onions fractured at the base and dripping scent to extract the Well of Souls from tear ducts.

Quick, swipe a dish towel to wipe my eyes and yours together juice and spit. I imagine the other side of me and where she might reflect on this evacuation plan…

upward like a cannon erected — moonstruck. Advances slink through space/time, woken with words from a dream of bobble heads.

All that there is in such a study contributes to my endeavor to wreak my bellied freedom where crevices sink as crevices do when a couch is bound in Naugahyde, aliens battle for metaphor and New Orleans can gush into space.

Originally published on Medium on December 23, 2015.

Ladowich Magazine is available in the Apple Newsstand — — offering just enough poetry and one long read a month. This poem will appear in issue seven.

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