an experience i had once – i

what stories are here?
some strange brain meanderings,
almost-certainly for sure.

grabbing for medicine,
we swallowed and gulped,
to cure a sober sickness,
we wandered from why and felt.

what you said then-
anything at all-
murmuring partner,
are we together engulfed,
by the new world’s sepia tone,
and warped without any significant meaning-
and we ever searching.

comedy, you do ensue,
even i, unaware.
the evident footage not discovered
’til the sun again came,
still in mid-ruse,
camera in hand.

then, as thoughts arrived furiously knocking,
and with curious tyke questions in tow – short in review, so monstrous in the context.
my grip to you was severed,
a necessary leave to address your most serious guests,
and i mine.

they shook me up, i yelled,
all fall down into deep armchairs,
that i might deal with you three;
what, why, and honesty – three raw young cousins,
undeniably mine,
hope – come infrequently to stay,
depart will you – immediately.

my slow tongue half spoke,
before the fierce tantrum came,
and through the window to oblivion,
i am along, the dead weight wonder-tote.

cousin, you are constant,
to be forever unexplained.
it cannot be dissembled,
into useful parts, the words.
it was just a feeling.