Monday, September 12, 2016

Danny Gentile #41 - Anxiety (1)


Anxiety (1)

Take a tablet
to ease a thing
I cannot define

As if some dictionary
of bodily function
was letting me down

unable to locate the page
though the syllable
is thick inside

unable to cut the binding
thicker still with glue
and residue

there is no lightning
in a bottle to uncap
and so assume normality

just the thick slide
of chalk in the throat
inscribing its board

scraping the uncertainty
from a shrill call
into dulled silence

diving beneath skin
to unplumbed depths
of untapped bone

where pages are soaked
and illegibly dissolve
and the figurative

cannot be ascribed
to one particular
or any single objective

4 comments:

  1. Although the subject is anxious, I think your poem is masterful, Danny. It describes the speaker's anxieties, one of which is about filling a page with unused, often alarming, combinations of words and images -- a stock brain creating an irregular mind which produces a thing of freshness and strange beauty.

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    1. Thank you Rob. This poem and its partner developed quickly today in reflection of particularly turbulent feelings. I am very happy with the flow of this on. It proves useful to articulate the mood in some sense even if it can't be expunged.

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