untitled (the thing is)

Laying on the couch listening to… in the dark… afraid… The kitchen is going to explode. Ending the music, a crescendo of fire, a consuming wave, seeing it come like a balloon. Asleep forever. I can sleeping… sultry tears of ambien(se) dreaming in thirds. Stringing chords in song, singing words, sadly tears, sweet words of truth softly tub thumping revelation.

The thing is… the thing is… the thing… the thing i… the thing is… sleep the singing, dream the sleeping sadly… strings singing.

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Eric

Eric Jennings is a poet, an invocateur, an accidental yogi and he dabbles in patamysticism which is the spiritual branch of pataphysics.

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Eric Jennings

My name is Eric Jennings and this is one of my poetry and writing blogs. I am a survivor of childhood sexual abuse and most of the work on this site is borne from those experiences.

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