Ghost Pepper
a bowling alley meditation on the lived-in life
A bowling alley
neon lights beaming down pins
string of fluorescent all the way to the WOOP
you impatiently topple D o w n
Guardrails, for the chickens
I am a chick.
Staring straight up at the big honcho
Deadpan, dead center
It is the lived in
Life
I crave
Really do
My little feet back up tittering
barrels straight into chicken hood
The glossy floor shines as my feathery behind
Spin Out
a puck into neon disco shimmers
BAM
I tumble into them hot
We all fall
SCORE
phantoms of dreams lift
and I stay inside the car wash alley
or bowl
ally
waiting for the midnight sun
***
I chirp
And chirp for the morning worm
***
The one white hair
It’s growing
long
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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Comments (1)
This one makes me feel kinda… small and overwhelmed. I think it’s the mental noise of the bowling alley, all the lights, and the competitive element. Definitely great poetry. It might evoke something different for other readers. Either way the mental images you’ve painted are very vibrant and energetic.