Zolaisms

want to roll out

of bed. It’s a

safe coccoon of

warmth, not ready

for the icy chill

that awaits,

soon the tunnels begin to glow

so bittersweet, like what just

went down my throat,

so warm, it makes me moody,

i look out, a man

bobbing from side to side,

the room tense, should I hide?

i’m looking straight on, thinking,

BB looks up to the left,

they’ve studied him, not me,

to the walls

you mop you stop

the heavy rains

you keel you feel

the heat within

you bake you rake

what is my elixir?

I ask and ask again

here’s what I want

not too big

in rococococo

give me my elixir

have you figured it out?

to make things better

what color you ask

I say to you

shades of blue and green

and grey’s and what nots

like a box of crayons

the waxy smell

we can do without

instead we’ll infuse it

with gardenia and jasmine

real hydrangeas in vases

a giant shag rug here

a persian one there

a chaise by the window

the balcony door open

glittering cityscape outside

distant noises of life below

a glass carafe

with crystal clear water

so have you found it?

this elixir

it’s June,

she leaves,

summer drags on,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

July,

he leaves,

more dragging in the heat,

August,

she leaves again,

he leaves for good,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

September,

another one leaves,

we’re left behind,

waiting waiting waiting,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

no room to pause,

not then,

but now,

no time to stop,

onward, full speed,

no coming back to this,

grey, bursts of orange, grey,

grey,

hopes of bursts of orange,

but mostly just grey,

I too shall take that step,

Reminding me of some type of ultra sound image.

I think they might be alive.