'In A Blur Of Florid Psychosis' Poem by Marty McKenna

in a blur of florid psychosis
the kitchen was my galley
and i a captain with my two passengers
playing chess at the other end of the hull.

i was boiling up a storm,
aware of my travelling through time,
the universe just out the window;

adrift, lazily happy, i created a delight
we shared. you had fallen asleep
after our long walk to the bookless university.

white planes packed tight with booty,
extorting, fled the great purge.

a shoal of dogs on the walk,
were sensitive to us; your bike bobbing
as we made our way there;

in the crescent park
you circled the circle five times, a sign
to those watching from above;

this was perhaps the beginning of it.

first published by 'bindweed'
appears in the chapbook 'gently but a dream'