The Rough Draft
Ten words down the line the L in the second paragraph begins twitching and moves,
the letter crawls all across the page interjecting itself into words unfamiliar words.
he rubs his eyes to see if there is any truth to this mockery of form and logic,
unsurprisingly it moves with lithe ,freely forming new and exotic sounding items,
finally it attaches itself onto “isten” apparently taking the scenic route back home,
the newly formed “listen,” something he felt he hadn’t done in God knows how many years,
all the words that cling onto the inside of his skull and only grow with each day,
his head always feels full, his ears ringing, and his heart beating with anxiety,
sweat pours out from every pore on his body as cold as mid January,
the first step in a long process completed; time to edit.
Word wrangling made easy, they were all over the places pulsating moving,
a paper now teeming with life,
they writhed making an ungodly noise,
and like maggots they squirmed with an ungodly liveliness,
luckily for him it was only a few letters nothing to substantial,
and there was a pattern to the movements they were all consonants,
so for the most part they would attach to vowels,
and each consonant feared treading beyond the dreaded second paragraph,
his nose was completely blocked, vision blurred, hearing muted and touch was strange,
his sense were dulling maybe fatigue maybe he was losing it.
Where did my eyes go, sorry aye meant “I” the first person singular pronoun,
u no, the one denoting self or lack thereof in my case, sense they are gone…
hmm no(w) (w)here’d my “K” and “W” saunter off to??
All trails point back to, botulism.
They are less like maggots now and more like ants there is a sentience to them,
they are organizing and trying to break me I know they are,
and by disappearing and reappearing they are doing a damn fine job,
I’ve burnt every blank sheet of paper in the house just to be safe,
I am feeling better and I am ready to start on the next part of the paper if it will let me.
ths s nt wht t pprs t b
my delete button is acting screwy,this is not what it appears to be,
it all came to me in a stt of flux, state of flx, something is wrong I feel lik…
I feel like i am disintegrating that’s better I feel somehow this problem is resolving itself,
and by itself I of course mean me,with a handful of fingers pointing at the protagonist,
starting at the very fabric of my being and unfurling me completely in a neat pile of yarn,
maybe neat is an overstatement a lack of coherent structure would be a better adjective.
I watched a play from my room today my brother was there and i felt like he was worried,
I could no longer taste the air not could i pronounce the structure of visibility…
I was laying in bed watching a floating T.V.
Scene One: flashed across the screen.
(E):Sorry doc I came as soon as I could,
(D):not a problem Ed I figured you would,
(E):What happened Doc should I be worried,
(D):the prognosis is okay but I’m still glad you hurried,
(E):elaborate maybe the details you could save me for another time is he alright,
(D):simple not quite complex in fact so sit down you should and take a breather relax,
(E):exhaustion fatigue just explain to me why he wasn’t breathing and his eyes could not see,
(D):my first instincts yes but test after test was inconclusive ,
(E):so these answers are still proving to be quite elusive?
(D):these are matters of the mind not my specialty on a brighter note he is perfectly healthy.
(E): now what?
(D):Here’s my card call if you need anything, in the morning I have some calls to make,