Abra Cadaver
by Bill Yarrow
The body is an endless safari
filled with rhino sightings
and encounters with antelope.
Who hasn't had a brush
with a lion, been torn
by a tiger, been thwarted
by a warthog, mocked by
a crocodile, disdained
by an indifferent giraffe?
It's a jungle in here, so stifling
I can hardly breathe, so humid
mushrooms have begun sprouting
from my warmest hallucinations.
At the same time I feel crawling insects
colonizing my immaculate dreams.
Forget the jungle growth.
Forget the pests.
Forget the beasts.
You, you—you
are the rain forest
deep inside me.
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Author's Note
A version of this poem was published in Olentangy Review and appears in "Critique of Pure Dreaming" (free download at academia.edu ).
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Excellent.
yes! *
"mushrooms have begun sprouting
from my warmest hallucinations."
and...
"you
are the rain forest
deep inside me."
A joy to read.
Love this, Bill *
You have immaculate dreams?
Dayyiimm !!
*****
" ... mushrooms have begun sprouting
from my warmest hallucinations."
Love this.
love *
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Thank you, Gary H, Jerry, Darryl, Foster, JLD, Erika, Gary P, and Beate!
I like this. This is good.
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Thanks, Crabby!
"You, you—you
are the rain forest
deep inside me."
Fabulous piece, Bill.
*, Bill. Great close.
Great stuff, Bill.
Thanks, Sam, David, and Kitty!
What James Lloyd Davis said. *