Hotel Seratonin

[Ciaranarchy]

The taste of blood rushes through the veins in my ear
and I think of past events, dark oil spins my mouth
Surfacing the anxiety that I'm not who I should be
Feeling the uplift of mood enhancement

Submerging twist
and I float into water with a new grace
Dancing chemicals crystalise, crown my brain
Crown this thin head, this eggshell

Tiptoe along the washing gift of drifting tides
Seperated and drained by transparency
The dense bubbles that are crowded, lonely white in ice
We prevent you from seeing within

I forgot that small pool
Within the dry grass, cypress on the hillside
Sound of cicadas in the air
Smell of lemons on the horison

The way I felt in childhood
With cinnamon taste on my lips
Swishing gift of the sun
Chris and Ben on the doorstep

I want to go back there
And see the dusty gravel road
Flooded taste of stolen watermelon
Where was pressure? True happiness

This poem is about a visit to Greece I had when I was 6 years old.

 

[kc_utopia]

If my heart ever had a resonant frequency, you'd have hit it with this poem. It's good to know somebody else sees childhood the way I do...

 

[Ciaranarchy]

Thank you very much.