An Exhibition of Trials

“Warnings take hell and high water. Eyes race to the sick of the stomach. All the losses I’ve started to watch, all the urges I’ve tried make me want to rush while I’m still alive off the blood. Meet me somewhere where the hearses go to heaven, in the twelfth hour of closing verve, in the middle of the effervescing haze as the sun shines whitely and decorates the neck of the sky. I wouldn’t lie, I won’t make a sound. Take the fault from me and I’ll fix myself till eternity. I’ll remember it well, like the rain of my reasons and the pump of my problems, if I have a memory of occurring left to my head it’s getting dim, too dim to look at the brightness, if I keep dreaming then I’ll find a day that stands still, a day that doesn’t subtract the happy times. My heart goes on chanting its beat like an anxious prayer, my mind keeps being nervous. I can’t survive if this is the act of this lounge, it’s too psychotic and wintry. You have to take me right now, aneurysm, be faithful like a euphemism if not then forget it – I’m just going to crack readily, redly. But If I get away from this dark hold, I’ll run to a great Caribbean summer, I’ll run, run, run”

8 thoughts on “An Exhibition of Trials

  1. You’ve summarized a life in about 200 words or so. I just got an email from a friend this morning who’s been barely hanging on to life the past few weeks. Your prose fits his situation in many ways . Excellent work and timing. I love the photo it’s prefect for this post.

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  2. I did read this, Watt, several times. And I can understand why you evaluate this work as well as you do. It deserves it, too.

    I decided on the first reading that you were not addressing me but yourself. I did not feel competent to address anything about this text.

    I should not read any text anywhere as though I were the subject, or the companion, or the roadkill or anything of that text. But your insight and chosen practice is to hit close to the bone. Sometimes you are within the skeletal frame itself. And so, sometimes, I have to step away.

    Also, and this is not a criticism, do you remember if you changed the header picture of this particular text after you posted it? I seem to recall that you did. It jangled me. Not a criticism.

    Sarah

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    1. I don’t think I changed the header picture. This has been there since I posted it. No changes whatsoever. Your comments are like competition to my original posts.

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