“The Excessive Horizontalist...”

by Michael Rattray

I’ve become vexed with lying down, it’s not what I’d choose to do I’d like to run a marathon or dance all day in Honolulu I often dream my life’s a scene from some action packed movie But I’m catatonic counting stripes upon my patterned duvet Fatigue? Fatigue? It’s not Fatigue! It’s lead inside my limbs With muscles aching night and day, a severe condition, grim. I’d like to travel round the world: Sydney? Paris? Budapest? But I’m trapped in an Inertia, an excessive horizontalist. So, you think I’m looking well? Thank you, but in return I’ll say. My brain and nervous system aren’t usually on display. Your uninformed speculation I have to reprimand. As unless your own blood turns to glue you’ll never understand. My bedroom ceiling is not appealing like the one in the Sistine chapel So with the passing of days, I hope with this malaise I will no longer grapple. Click to see full text

▼ Genre: Poetry

License: All Rights Reserved

Date uploaded: Sep 29, 2013, 10:59 EDT Show more info

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Sophie Chisholm gave feedback to Michael Rattray for “The Excessive Horizontalist”:

This made me giggle and feel less alone. best wishes from a sofa horizontalist. (white ceiling)

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