You wake up in a pool of blood.
You are on a pool float, and the blood is not your blood,
you are not bleeding,
but you are in a pool of blood.
The pool float is in the shape of an eel,
or a leech, which would make more sense,
given the circumstances.
You're not really sure—
you don't want to move around too much.
There is a diving board at the other side of the pool.
It does not have blood on it.
You think you must have angered someone
to end up here in a space where one
or multiple people were probably murdered.
You must have done something to rouse
in giga-gallons of hemoglobin,
Olympic-sized arena of rubies.
You think: it would take quite a lot of veins
to bleed a pool this full.
You are logical and perceptive,
which is why you are still alive.
Don't fall in, you say, your mouth of nickel
and eyed salted. Paddle with hand
or foot, red glove or sock,
and climb upon the coquina deck
without tumbling backwards.
You did it.
You have escaped the pool of blood
that you woke up in, on an inflatable raft,
which you are now certain, is in the shape
of a leech. You woke up in a pool of blood
without knowing how you got there
or what you will do next.
I think it’s time to put on my heels & go hyperapocalypse
A hole opens in a kenophobic margin & I inhabit
that pagination w/ baubles, trinkets, tchotchke,
curio … there are legendary creatures here
w/ neon cords wrapping around their fabled limbs
Unicorns appear & I think, “Could you be any less subtle?”
Those horns casting iridescent atomic bombs
This universe invaded by arabesque Tetris blocks touching
each edge of the playing field
yes We have established
the suffocation So I go cottaging
in the woods I drink oolong tea on a stump
& Disney birds whisper secrets in my ears
They say, “You are being very coy right now,”
& I say, “Am I?” & wink w/ my ultra-violent lashes
& the world is ending & to be honest it’s kinda cute
& I go to lightless parts of the ocean where beasts
as big as high-rises in Dubai sit in the dark
Coral fills my veins There is so much clutter
Aquatic Collyer booby traps lobster traps
So I appear in the sky I am the angel Azrael
Indestructible and uncomfortably honeyed Palpable hunkiness
via deformed wings
are filling up the horizon Portals appear everywhere
Junkyard toys empty out Rain Choirs of thrush
Hobbyhorses are here Kaleidoscopes Trompos Ocarinas&
Rattlebacks Hoops Paperplanes Marbles dressed as the earth
& more pour out from the vault
of void I mean everything
Pearled mermen Undines crying Sylphs gooing
up the parking lot of aether
There is a mythological
orgy& the universe is imploding in a glittery Ragnarok
&I’m like ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm gurl
Whose fantasy is this Holler, cosmic pissplay
Don’t ask me what is happening I just wanted to be “as one”
When did the world become the world Full of such excess
I say “Goodbye, Pericarp.” “Goodbye, Golden Hour!” sings the birds
I leave the fae creatures and the beaks I go
to Elysium The earth’s inner core
Innermost chamber in the heart of a newt
or salamander Whatever I am most familiar w/ One witchy fate
At last it is quiet I am without
monsters Bijou, bijou Sahasrara
A glass xylophone Two human hearts impaled on chopsticks
Two notes I begin to play
JD Scott is the author of Night Errands (YellowJacket Press, 2012) and FUNERALS & THRONES (Birds of Lace Press, 2013). He has work forthcoming in Best American Experimental Writing 2015.