Kristen de Kline #103 Not blinded by the light

I
sometimes the flash from the camera blinds me
I forget to eat  
drinking removes me from my words my life me drinking
helps me to write

I sleep very little
stop     making     sense
stand outside my life

II
bodies found in the Royal National Park

a charger, burnt orange shade

tinted windows

hidden headlights
bones, human remains

III
a flash bulb pings like a pop art image
in another bloody gallery
a Renaissance painting     dangles
form becomes solid
     light
          falls
against the blackened foliage
plays in the darkest phases of craving, constant

you order a third strong black
hunt for a place to bury strangers
wait for somebody anybody to phone

IV
sometimes I forget what I'm writing about
sleep all day
fall in reverse

some days     the light

changes
  
everything