Dogs 2010

OUT OF BODY
(5/27/10)


I was
lying there
in bed
eyes closed
suffering
from a Sunday
afternoon
hangover

drifting
in and out
of some tortuous
state
neither sleep
nor dream

sweating
freezing
shaking
crying
head throbbing
with recriminations

my little
purgatory
of self
punishment

then
it happened

I felt
as if
I were
falling
slowly
but very
surely

then
my descent
stopped
my lids
slowly opened
and I could see
the bottom of
the box springs

I seemed
to be floating
there
between slats
and floor
accompanied by
dust bunnies
dirty socks
and other
accumulated
debris

I felt
much better
if not
a little
unsure

I had
heard
of these
experiences
but if memory served
the victims
were usually
floating above
their resting places
looking down upon
abandoned bodies

I was
below
but only
marginally so
with not much
of a view

I was either
dying
or literally
out of
my mind

not sure
what to do
next
I reclosed
my eyes
and concentrated
very intently
upon being
alive

while
I did not feel
any ascension
I did sense
the return
of the pain
guilt
and discomfort

I chanced
a squinted
survey
and once again
saw a bedroom
about me

I almost
felt good
about feeling
so bad

well over
a decade later
drinking days gone
I still remember
my little trip

and
from time
to time
I raise
the bed skirt
looking for apparitions
all too
familiar