Fantastic shores

in bed at night his mind had a ferocious imagination
reality and unreality haunted his turbulent brain
the years ticked, an infinite clock of destiny
searching moonlight for the promise of a future
his reveries of heart were coasting on a fairy’s wing
as the world and universe drifted by fantastic shores
but the sea, work, and women — physical outlets —
were his anchor — something old, hard, and soft

Led by fierce instinct, he was on the verge of God.

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 August 20th, scrambled blackout poetry created from F. Scott Fitzgerald, The Great Gatsby, 1925, pages 98–99 of the Scribner 2004 trade paperback

End’s edge

Old age —
gazing into the night
with half-closed eyes
Life had become
a shadow of Time

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 August 3rd, scrambled blackout poetry created from Rafe Martin, Birdwing, 2005, pages 92–93

Midlife midriff

Eating a lot of garbage and dessert-obsessive
for several months, I put on a few pounds,
      — and more.
Waddling is hell, and fat is a problem for the heart;
      — I’m hungry & in pain.
Waist weight is a cruel joke, and age is no help.

—Terri Guillemets, 2019 July 19th, scrambled blackout poetry created from David Sedaris, Me Talk Pretty One Day, 2000, pages 136–139