Yellow Light
I like the yellow street light on that red brick house
With lots of corners and no windows
The traffic sounds are far enough away
That I can feel quite quiet inside
The air is so wintry
I can't breathe it in enough
And I can't get cold enough
As I'm wearing too many jumpers
I feel I might fall backwards
On the stony cosy pavement
But it's only my light-headed fever
Making me dizzy
My body trembles all the time - I like it
With lots of corners and no windows
The traffic sounds are far enough away
That I can feel quite quiet inside
The air is so wintry
I can't breathe it in enough
And I can't get cold enough
As I'm wearing too many jumpers
I feel I might fall backwards
On the stony cosy pavement
But it's only my light-headed fever
Making me dizzy
My body trembles all the time - I like it
posted by Dreamy at 12:08 pm
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This is an experiment with kinesthetic reading. I felt bombarded with body senses. Side note- When Chuck Pahlaniuk read his short story "guts" he would regularly have people pass out in the audience from all the bodily sensation descriptions. In the story a kid jacks off at the bottom of a pool using the suction pump. Somehow he gets his ass stuck and it prolapses his rectum, pulling his intestines out like thread. Anatomically impossible as far as I know, but weird/funny nonetheless. He tries to make you feel what it's like, while trying to hold your breath long enough to get to the surface (thus the passing out).
Sorry, did I do that to you?
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