|Electric Pipal Tree
Author: Miss Dolly PM
A reflection on the struggles of modern western society.Rated: Fiction T - English - Romance - Words: 331 - Published: 07-29-09 - Status: Complete - id: 2702955
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Electric Pipal Tree
Electric Pipal Tree
By Ms. Dolly
I lay stomach down
on these stiff blue fibers
that smell like the oil in my hair,
and I bury my head in my arms
shielding my eyes
from the electric sunset
of a single fluorescent bulb.
I look up:
Two strangled socks,
a lonely scrap on a linoleum expanse,
and a nomadic Cheez-It
A girl honks like a seal
Outside my fissured door
And I stretch my leg
Because the muscle's been so stiff
And I crunch my abs
Because they've been so cramped
And I try to fill my chest with air
But all I can do is
all that I've been doing lately,
Luckily, a deformed 2L Pepsi bottle reclines nearby,
its awkward temple stocked with tap water
that tastes like the crappy conservative town I got it from.
I take a chug, throwing back my makesift canteen,
and then the reflection of the light on the spotty tile
is like some kind of mirage,
and this Pepsi bottle is my oasis,
this carpet and the plastered ceiling,
that go on for miles when my contacts go skinny-dipping, are:
my wasteland, my desert.
And maybe all this anxiety and loneliness and these feelings of being misunderstood
are just some sandstorm,
blowing up the dunes of my mind.
Then I remember I don't write anymore.
I think of Ozymandias and James Joyce,
then Virginia Woolf and Offred.
And I want to puke.
The penguins in my belly are regurgitating cacti again.
I'm sick of debating whose genius is better than whose,
or whose is true genius.
I look directly into this electric light
Let it blaze in my eyes,
till I feel robbed and naked,
wondering if my face will crumble
like the stone of the ancient sphinx.
I wonder then if Buddha could have attained enlightenment
Sitting under a 3-prong portable pole with a polarized plug
…instead of a pipal tree.