I use hip waders
to wander around my brain.
Some people have cluttered attics
with cobwebs stretching
from lost memories,
to frenzied forays looking where.
Mine’s a swampy bog
with gray-beard moss and
slithering thoughts,
nestled in the tangled essence
of a miasmic fog.
It’s not so bad
being lost
in black-water silence,
as long as you know
to walk around the holes.
(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)
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I know the feeling, Bruce - err, I mean, PAT. Yeah, PAT. Good write.:)
somehow this scene gets a bottle-neck slide guitar blues tune going in my mind:
"I use hip waders
(to) wander 'round my brain;
'f I don't fall into a hole,
I won't feel any pain..."
i kind of like swamps... well done!
i like that one
Really struck a note for me. Just moving house so packing up my belongings and memories, and moving on. ( keeping an eye out for
those holes!
This is just too "funny"!
love the brain waders notion
good idea
trouble is i got a swiss cheese brain
holes everywhere
(hope steve's not a purist cos i gotta put some flute in when we play brainwader blues) :)
Love that interesting (maybe a little frightening) dark water. The metaphores lurking here are most intriguing. And holes, well what can I say! Great job!
I fell in the hole years ago ---
this is awesome.
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