Sunday, 25 September 2011
Plan B
We flop around on the gym mats like psychotic kippers. The mats are the same colour as the plastic beakers. Blue and yellow. From a shop that doesn’t sell edges. I roll my body left and right. My body. Rolling. Moving. Turning. Against the tide of my head runrunrun There is a piece of metal on the concrete yard. I pace. It is a test. Like the window. The one they said I couldn’t open. The one I pushed and sucked in air from. Not so secure. Secured. The lift takes us up and down. Up and down. Bodies up and down. Every ten minutes. Minds left behind. Mine is floating somewhere around the window of room 23. Some parts still roam the beige place. I can’t catch it. My mind. I can’t pin it down. Minutes pass in groups of ten. Plans forgotten between floors. Pull the wires from the magnets. Climb up the tree. Bestride the fence. Wait for the click click on the doors push run run. Room 23 is breaking me down. Crumbling me up. I am constituent parts. Legs. Arms. Head. My body flops around on the mat. Not quite connected. The yellow and blue sponge cushions the blow of my landing. My name remains absent from the board. I am not allocated. Located. I am flopping around like a kipper. Barely able to hold onto a plan. Rolling back and forth. Between A and B. And nothing.
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Apologies if I can't make personal replies or read your posts this week..my dongle credit is rapidly depleting..thank you for stopping by..as always..Jae
Good thinking to have two plans. Creativity is a means of survival in the most hostile environments. Who is going to suspect a kipper of having a plan B? Thought provoking Jae.
Your words create a vivid picture, Jae. As oldegg said, glad to have to plans. Glad you were able to suck some air; and good to keep writing!
like a leaf, moving.
like a clock ticking
can you imagine a somewhere
and make it larger on the inside?
hug
j
These poems are so haunting! They will make quite a chapter when you compile them into a book! Hope you are doing better. I think of you often.
Jae if there is some way I can add to your dongle credit from here let me know please. Love you girl. I'm glad there are mats to cushion.
profound sound of your words,
love the ringing of your emotions.
well done take on plan B.
I've had great difficulty finding the time to write or spend reading others' work, but I wanted to be certain I visited you today, Jae. You did a great job responding to the "Plan B" prompt, and seem to have managed a lot of insight in and outside of room 23. The fresh air comments made me smile... of course you found a way. I sure hope, however, the piece of metal was left behind. That had to have been a test, a challenge...
The Room 23 clearly mingles into this post... lovely words...haunting!!!
Room 23 may hold the body, but not the spirit. I enjoy your thought provoking work and pray you are well enough to leave soon.
Like the two plans method!
Here is mine:
unhinged
Hang in there, Jae. I also think about you often and hope everything's okay. So glad you can write about your stay.
Give me room 23 rather than a gym
Toes, Jae, the answer is in the toes!I keep on telling you...Sand
i absolutely love where you went with this.... parts flapping about... climb a tree... and nothing... love it!!!
Sounds like me trying to be physical Hehehe. Best wishes mate. Look after yourself and get well.
Thank you all..Jae
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