Such hair, such springy marmalade hair,
such arctic skin, such arctic eyes,
breasts to slaughter Vikings for,
such breasts, such fertile vulpine thighs
I’ve craved for months, all now crouch down
by frying pan and library card.
Two snowy trails. A Guernsey banknote.
Zonk! The material world is barred.
Zonk! We’re skating, disembodied,
along the pipes of the akashic field,
universe-hopping, astrally-jumping,
where only consciousness is real.
No more do men with ties and collars
wring us dry of money and pride,
no more do cameras and computers
rob us of our right to hide,
no more does anthrax, napalm, fission,
hurl humanity to its knees,
no more do I fancy this gorgeous woman
lying naked in front of me.
Sex has now an equal meaning
to fridge-magnets or paper-clips
or money, hair-nets, poetry,
nationalism or apple-pips.
And so, instead, we fall asleep,
and later on, in another place,
a white-nosed hippy in a poncho
punches me across the face,
then hides beneath a bar-room table
when my friends descend from above
demanding he apologise for his
jealousy of dissociative love.
Dissociative Love
Published by Archie_Macjoyce on June 8, 2012 - 00:29
Comments
sid | June 8, 2012 - 13:21
Really enjoyed this, Archie. Definitely bears more than one read
AJC_Scott | June 8, 2012 - 21:10
i like it, i like the jaded voice (dissociated, even!) and sense (if i got the right end of the stick) of needing to escape with something precious before it's tainted by mediocrity; contrast between the mundane and fantastic (slaughtering Vikings vs library cards etc). good stuff!
Archie_Macjoyce | June 10, 2012 - 10:35
Thanks for stopping by, chaps.
Yes, I was trying to express the jaded disinterest in sex and romantic love brought about by a particular dissociative drug, and the contrast between that and the passion or lust felt while sober...
Jack Canada | June 26, 2012 - 00:20
Yes, I agree with Sid defiitely bears more then one read. This could be the best poem I read for a very long time. Thanks for that.
Archie_Macjoyce | June 26, 2012 - 01:11
Thanks for a nice comment, Jack. I look forward to reading some of your stuff...
littleditty | June 29, 2012 - 15:30
intresting-archie -Zonk! (I should have an OM please Bob..)
We’re skating, disembodied,
along the pipes of the akashic field,
universe-hopping, astrally-jumping,
where only consciousness is real.
cool poembreak dear Mac - i'd've punched you wearing a poncho then hid under the table too tho - yep :)
Archie_Macjoyce | June 29, 2012 - 22:37
Yeah, I know you would... Just your style... ;-)
Cheers, Nic.
Linda Wigzell Cress | July 9, 2012 - 07:52
Archie -Great writing- This awoke thoughts in my head, thoughts long thought dead..Life through a particular lens...the ups, the downs, it never ends...
Linda
Archie_Macjoyce | July 9, 2012 - 10:45
Thanks, Linda. Yes, the dissociative does have a knack of awakening thoughts and feelings long thought dead...
russiandoll | September 22, 2012 - 00:03
Truly brilliant work here. You are extremely talented :)
Archie_Macjoyce | September 22, 2012 - 00:22
Awww... *blushes*