Orphan Titles Poem: What I would like to see after turning off the world; a.k.a. The Day I Turned the World Away

I blinked it all away.
Wished it into white space
filled with the fuzzy sounds of water dripping
And the whistle of air through my teeth.

I pressed my hand to the atmosphere
and pulled it through the hole I made in the stars.
Where the world runs dry.

Color shifting past strands of hair
As they twist themselves around my shoulders.
Seeking shelter from the rage of a thousand suns…
A million…
Ablaze in timeless tragedy.

I covered it in emptiness.
In white noise and radio static and that high pitched ringing in my ears.
Hid myself between the folds of particles sifting poignant.
Atomic conversation.

And it embraced me.
Held me sure in the absence of all else but this…
This closeness.
This longing for a white space…
That turns the world away.


~ G. Pollack