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Cave Dive, by Joe Dunthorne

He remembers being six

Lying on his back beneath a kitchen chair

Gazing up at his father’s unmapped nostrils

His mother’s skirt riffling past like a spotted eagle ray

Underneath the dining table

He found pencil marks: a quarter circle and two words underscored

Possible extension

Back then it was a code or perhaps a solution to a code

On the cave bed

It takes a blue whale’s long blink

To fathom what one plus one turns into

The sky peers down from blue-green slots like the lamp fittings of his youth

His slow mind thinks time is just another surface he can pass through

The swirling halocline that keeps us from our pasts:

The fresh and the preserved

Back in his father’s study, pouring a bag of marbles across the rug

In the glow from the tentacled lampshade

He holds up his Bosser, sees himself swimming in its spiral reef

Letting drift his aqualung

He is either young or drunk

From his lips he scatters balls of glass

From this, you can see how ACTIVE the imagination of a child can be, and this poet wrote with such lively imagery too, didn’t he?  And, with the shattering of the fish tank, comes the reality of how he realized, that he can’t always dream, that he must live in the reality of things, and that, is the cruel part about growing up…

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Flown Off on a Paper Airplane

I didn’t expect this journey at all, honest!!! But one day, a paper airplane came to the airport, and, I acted on my impulses, I’d boarded that plane, and, I had, flown off on a paper airplane…

Flown off on a paper airplane, but, the paper airplane is made up of such fragile material (hello, it’s made of paper you MORON, no offense!!!). Flown off on a paper airplane, it was, NOT, what I’d expected my life would take me, but, I’d boarded that “plane”…

Flown off on a paper airplane, and allowed my imagination to SOAR, and, my imagination took me to higher heights I’d ever been, it took me to beyond the other side of the rainbow, and I’d captured that Leprechaun, and he’d shared me with his pot of gold, that kind sir!!! Flown off on a paper airplane, and it was a wonderful journey too, but, as we all know, all good things, AND bad, must come, to an end, and so, I’d gotten off, of that flight…

Ever since that day I’d flown off on a paper airplane, after I’d come back, nothing was the same (kinda like how Rip Van Winkle after he’d woke up???), and, all things that used to be familiar, wasn’t anymore, and, nobody recognized me, and that, was when I glared into the mirror, and found, a strange looking guy, staring right back at me……hey, STOP mocking me, stop doing everything I’m doing, what the @#$%!!!







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