Insight or Pathology
fragments of alternity
surface and swim around me like sharks
I feel the sweep and pressure of their passing
yet cannot grasp their shape or know intent
lifted to altered reality on Archangel Gabapentin wings
no pattern no familiars
awe full insight
or
pathology
Jane Nicol 2006
This poem accompanies the painting Insight or Pathology (Portal series).
Acting, As If
In the depth of wrenching dark
When I and my world break apart and fail
On some still level I will hold alternate truths to be
That the sun will eventually rise
That laughter breaks through impossibility
That open-heartedness, steeped in hot pain and despair, alchemizes into cold, clear Love.
Jane Nicol 2005
Anthem for Pfizer
Holy, Holy, Pfizer merciful and mighty,
Lord of drug angels
Why should I face and befriend pain,
when you offer all-powerful mercy.
Lifted to altered reality on Archangel Gabapentin wings.
I sold my mind, myself,
for that promised moment of relief
Jane Nicol 2005
This poem accompanies the painting Anthem for Pfizer (Portal series).
Being Human
Soul
forgotten
solitary
in shivering human form
building prison walls
out of illusion
braggart swaggering illusion whistling in the dark of truth
denying
the loneliness,
the helplessness
of being alive
step back
witness and remember
learn to love
the helplessness
of being alive
the dark bright pity of being human
Jane Nicol 2005
This poem accompanies the Illusion/Evolution series of paintings.
Song For Old Nick
The Skylark sings
as joyfully
on Christmas Day
as on any other day
of the year
Jane Nicol 2004
This poem accompanies the painting Song For Old Nick (Portal series).
No Me
swimming dizzy in a soup of fear
no breath no up no down
how long before
I
drown
what is
“I”
that may drown
who I was
is now the soup
cooking at a rolling boil
no up no down no me
be careful
the illusion of
existence
might boil dry
Jane Nicol 2004
Brainstorm (III)
a toxic tide
in turmoil
took
my mind
my life
swept away
Jane Nicol 2004
Brainstorm (II)
Existence
gone
in the eye
of the storm
what
now?
Jane Nicol 2004
Brainstorm (I)
In the eye of the storm
blown
the illusion
perception is reality
Jane Nicol 2004