plummeting from the cliff
at daybreak
i see myself
reflected in the shallow pool that
breaks my fall
–
the rocks appear rather jagged from this height
proliferating many a ponderous
wicked thought
as to whether i will feel their
innumerable
barbed teeth
sink into my plushy flesh
–
my slow descent allows for a fair amount
of humorous
though-be-it dark
images to play out in my head
–
exploding
a plump tomato
tossed against the glass table below
rattling like so many pumpkin seeds in a coffee can
as my entrails are forced through my mouth
like toothpaste
at the slightest pressure ‘neath the thumb of fate
–
laughter may truly make you lighter
as i could swear i’m falling in slow motion
flying with the many-winged beasts of this forest landscape
watching the northern pike beneath me in the midst of spawning
–
i am glad they will be able to eat so heartily
as i have so many times upon their flaking flesh
upon my own
it is a shame they be deprived cornmeal and heat
which allows for such robust flavor
but i’m sure they won’t mind much
–
perhaps, time permitting, i will become another stone to line the stream
bones polished by the silt and flow of a river alive
–
or maybe
a stalking hunter will find me afloat in kool-aid rapids
planting me at home
in the city