Diorama-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void

i stepped into a diorama

walking through pellucid clouds


the air was tight

sky was shallow

voices, still, in static freefall


the light of day was overshadowed

jilted, lumbering eclipses


an atmosphere so stifling


like starfish lost in the sahara


fear had strung the leash that tethered me

to the abandoned mine


overhead were expectations

looming like the unseen eye


quietly, i moved below

like fetid water seeping

from a broken fridge at midnight


had i drawn their consciousness

my words would have become subverted


so it was, my tongue did stay


never would such thoughts again

beset my addled mind

returning to the ocean and the sand whence i arose


for i could not recall my name


every eve as death awaited


watching from a borrowed window


perched upon the impasse


of the broken wing of time

Max states: “I write about the things going on in my life. I am a feminist, humanist, cat loving musician bound by whimsy and the incessant analysis of hyper-vigilant observations.  I am obsessed with words and rhythmically woven wordplay.” We are honored to have him as a member of our tribe.  He writes at Max Meunier Dissocative Void

Author: braveandrecklessblog

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12 thoughts on “Diorama-Max Meunier/Dissociative Void”

  1. I feel such a haunting sense of unbelonging in this poem. Loved this part especially:”quietly, i moved below

    like fetid water seeping

    from a broken fridge at midnight” – it reads so real yet at the same time so lucid and surreal.

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