Dangerous Obsession
Water inches closer toward the bathroom rim.
A helicopter blade whomps overhead.
Visually, two planes race through a sky blue sky,
Hurling toward each other,
As the pilots eye contact
Code blue. Code blue.
Screams itself into the chill-encrusted air.
I never meant for any of this to happen.
MacArthur Park is melting in the rain.
A mottled moth’s wings, pulsating, pinned to a cork board
In sollitude.
While an ambulance strums in anguish an emergency warning.
Code blue. Code blue.
A drone drones towards its target as a recording winds its musical eclipse
It’s too late to turn back now.
I believe. I believe I’m falling in love.
The car parked beside the rising tide
Looks like an artifact in a disaster zone.
I awoke to the warm flood of wet pee creeping between my legs,
Hearing myself murmuring, “wet pee, wet pee.”
To a technical calculation, “code blue, code blue.”
I meet the acerbic smell of lemons like ammonia, acrid and demanding.
I flunked my test for a renewed driver’s license
Again.
My own bodily fluid is becoming cold and detested,
A hated thing clinging near it’s exit hole,
My life is in free fall..
Time to face a new day of fashionable failure and faltering trial.
Code blue. Code blue.
By Rita Ayral (needs date)