I strap on the apparatus so I can breath
preparing for my descent into dream
from which I come up sputtering regardless
out of the twisting currents of the unconscious
there is treasure somewhere in the wreckage
of memory, today and childhood scattered
and then confusingly reassembled—
when you laughed and when you trembled
in anger or delight, all tossed together
on the bottom by the day's rough weather
Sea of Insomnia
About Me
Mark Folse is a provincial diarist and aspiring minor poet from New Orleans. His past blogging adventures included the Katina/Federal Flood blog wetbankguide on blogspot.com which David Simon told NY Magazine was one of three blogs that helped inform Treme, and Toulouse Street–Odd Bits of Life in New Orleans, which once outranked the Doobie Brothers on Google Search. His work has appeared in The Dead Mule School of Southern Literature, Trampoline, Unlikely Stories, Peauxdunque Review, LMNL Anthology, The New Delta Review, Metazen, New Laurel Review, Ellipsis, What We Know: New Orleans as Home, Please Forward, The Maple Leaf Rag IV, and A Howling in the Wires (which he co-edited).
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Well Bottom Blues 
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