2 Poems by KC Bailey from Fevers of the Mind Press Presents the Poets of 2020 The Fog Surrounds Me & Do the Trees Sway or Do I?

Fevers of the Mind

The Fog Surrounds Me

The voices echo                 and repeat

become static blurs and sliding

 

vision. From nowhere

gloved hands muffle senses

 

people stand behind bulletproof glass –

fists pound, faces frown

 

wide-mouthed protests. I don’t hear them;

I am half

 

gone, they are almost memories –

false figments

 

trying to keep me conscious

as I sink beneath sensation

 

to the quickening pulse

awaken

 

shift of sight, fracture night-light

flashes of searing white

 

behind the lids

at the back of the eyes

the out of tune orchestra

wraps around the neocortex

 

blue roots shock the sky

split the dark

 

gravelled roofs roll with rumbling fury

and worlds fold

 

Do the Trees Sway, or Do I?

My mind is everywhere

and nowhere

                              lost and wandering –

                             

absent searches

                  for old friends

                              for…

View original post 154 more words

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google photo

You are commenting using your Google account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.