Silkworms

[vagabond]

silkworms

ask me more than once
why vomit coats my tongue
when the heat makes veins
crawl like slow slugs
and I will tell you     and it´s coming out in the next stanzas, bit by bit, how you put that draws the reader close to the subject
 
that on thursday
my face extended              seems to transport being shocked…
to touch every flat wall  ..  and this maybe somehow failure of the environment to deal with the subject  (it´s kind of a vague image to me, so I´m assuming a lot)
 
that expulsion on the sink edge is alien    consider a “the” in front of “expulsion”
and this cloud of hung and heavy silk
once moved yellow and alive
in the entrails of silkworms   here I couldn´t find a meaning though feelings of disgust transport thoroughly
 
that the underbelly of my rimmed ear    I admire how you tear normalcy apart with the following visions
reminds me of formation
tendrilled cartilage and baby tendons
in the shock dark
 
that a creature like a bat encased me      heard the uterus being called a bat. I´m not sure if that association might be intentional, but I can fit it into what I imagine here... also not quite sure if the poem´s subject changes in this stanza.
somewhere between january and march
when its skin fused elastic
the folded sharpness of the ridge formed     gives me an image of embryonic development
 
that the baby is two halves
and in the river
water glides green over itself      
its squirming molecules the kissbreeze
that caressed me soft on kelvingrove street   the preceding 4 lines gave me a  vision of miscarriage.. the last line made me think about abortion, since it seemed to transport some acceptance  (but for it being about abortion the green water wouldn´t make sense..).
 

this poem is powerful.
I remain unsure about the metaphors´ meaning, but I also think this shows how the subject´s state is hard to grasp, and it contributes a lot to the nightmarish atmosphere.