Subconscious 3 Poem by Marijke McKinney

Top of the mountain
Must be coming down soon
Locked in the old mans eyes
He’s trying to tell me ways to get by

The light is yellow
I’m trying to be mellow
The light is yellow
I’m trying to be mellow

But then it hits with such a rush
And the vibes are so high
They knock me back over
The people are chattering
Glasses are clattering

Bodies swerving like snakes
A big beige blur immersed
Coming at me
Can’t breathe
A little panicky

Too many people filling up
At the tip of my wobbly knees
The man with the beard chuckling
The girl in the back room
I can hear her screwing the boys
The punk teenagers with no clue
That their world will smash their heads
In two, straight in two

I spot the middle age woman
Sipping her red wine
Such a fine posture and
She’s looking for a man
Who can set apart her airy eyes
Under the bridges belly
Our cold bodies quiver
And we never hold each other for too long

Why’d her husband leave her
She was only cheating on him
With the neighbor on stale afternoons
When her man was working
And she was left hugging her knees
Sipping her coffee on cold mornings

We can never see the big picture
Just out little mysteries
Stories choking up our beings

Outside I stand
The house is a monster
With food poisoning in the belly
People agitating

The front steps look cozy
All those people man
Just all those people
Make me wanna give up
Or give it all away
Become the girl in the back room
Just for one measly screw