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James Floss
Poems
Oct 2017
RIGOR MORTIS REM
Who?
What?
Where was I?
Uncertain lullaby?
A taste,
A smell,
A sound—
Alarm nearby but:
Frozen asleep
Stasis stuck
Hush-a-bye solid goodbye:
Frozen!
“I CAN’T MAKE MY LEGS MOVE!”
Caught tween here and there
A living/sleeping nightmare
Dreamer tries to wake,
Remembers Borges’ circle;
Who dreams the dreamer?
Nightmare ends as
Barrier weakens
Fluttering eyes awake.
Shift, move; pillow fluff—
Chasm crossed;
Glad I’m not in my coffin.
Written by
James Floss
60/M/Freshwater, CA
(60/M/Freshwater, CA)
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