UNDER THE DUVET

Tuesday, December 16, 2008
UNDER THE DUVET
Under the duvet it's blue, like the fat thick cottony bubbly clouds.
Like being at the bottom of the swimming pool looking upwards at the sun!
Blue, light blue! Sky blue!
I can hear your breath next to my ears, mine ears, my heart, my beat, mine being, be mine; I think I can smell you.
Blue blue happy blue floating inside and out,
From my ears, my nose, my skin
Warm, perfect happy warm, my floating duvet with you next to me.
Under me, by me, with me, in me, around me, beneath me, under my duvet
Oh go away I can smell him, his ball sac, ball pouch, stale membrane, mouldy, crusty, smelly, weasel weasels weaselled knobby bony pushy
Trespasser, intruders go away
Agh, why is he here? Your friend I detest you both.
I want to pull you closer, but he is your appendage. To me a parasite, to you a friend
Argh! Friend! Fiend! Friend what is a friend? But an excuse and excuse, a simple shirking of responsibility, ability, autonomy, thought, faculty
The modern human's equivalence to a collective.
A reason, a season, changing with your moods, your unconscious agenda
I detest me, permitting these intrusions to me
Oh get out get out both of you.
For this very second as long as it takes I take stand.
Get out both of you; let polluting, the leaching stop
My duvet, under my warm wonderful fuzzy duvet
My friend, my warmth, blue, dreamy blue, hazy blue, light blue, happy blue,
Perfect blue