by Pat A Physics
I caught myself staring into television snow and hoping for contact
with the supernatural world. I sat crosslegged in front of the monitor,
listening to the noise, wanting to decifer the whispering message.
Some sound from a trapped soul, snagging his sheet on the crest
of a high frequency sine wave, crying out in the shimmering chaos.
I picture a shattering stain glass window in slow motion, corpuscular
and stinging with colorful wingspan. Melted harmonicas dance amid
the diamond shaped fracas, an infinite number of syncronized hearts.
The bobbing of a gull’s head as it spots a school of fish boiling in
some remote body of water. My eyes burn with the radioactive
poisoning that oozes from the glass. Some coppery sensation,
blood and electricity, and now I can’t feel my legs, pins and needles.
I get up from where I was. My living room, bathed in the blue glow,
has a watery quality. I feel like I’m underwater. I hold my breath.