Tri Loka


19. Mar. 1996


Eka:

Over the river and through the woods
With difficult breathing--
Difficult breathing,
Sloshy snow and hail and rain
With difficult breathing--
Difficult breathing,
Head throbs heat bacteria move,
With difficult breathing
Difficult breathing,
I cannot write anymore--
Cannot write--
Cannot breath--
This pencil moves too slow;

Dva:

It’s okay,
Take your time, Sasha,
Your way is slow,
Your method is cumbersome,
You can’t spell and
You can’t fuck!
So take your time—you!

It’s not your style,
But some things are—sometimes,
You will get there if you
Are faithful, not to them, but your self,
In the end, only you exist...

Tri:

I say to you O lonely one,
Only you exist and they are but tumbleweeds,
Your feet are solidly placed on the ground
And the ground opens up and swallows you whole,
So what is left, you or not?

If you miss yourself,
You will get a headache,

With difficult breathing,
Difficult breathing.

Tri Loka, Original Date: 19960319 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2018
Tri Loka, Original Date: 19960319 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2018





Some poetry is good and some poetry is bad. Some poetry like this one keeps writing itself. Originally this was the result of catching pneumonia. The writer, Alex Nuttall had a severe case of pneumonia and he had a hard time breathing. The phases of the poem are the three worlds.

The poem is meant to heal the poet. It tells him to take his time. In spite of the difficult breathing one is still breathing. One is also alive.

 by Alex Nuttall, title: Tri Loka, Original Date: 19960319 – © Alex Nuttall / OgFOMK ArTS 1996 – 2018 – Retro-published 20180113.

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