B H Fairchild

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Motion Sickness Poem Rhyme Scheme and Analysis

Rhyme Scheme: ABBBCDEFGHIJKBLMNJOB OPQGRSOTJKUJJ

I am tired of the heave and swellA
the deep lunge in the belly the gut'sB
dumb show of dance and counterdanceB
sway and pause the pure jig of nauseaB
in the pit of a spinning worldC
Where the body moves the mindD
often lags clutching deck anchorE
the gray strap that hangs like the beardF
of death from the train's ceilingG
the mind lost in the slow bulgeH
of ocean under the moon's long pullI
or the endless coil of some medievalJ
argument for the existence of GodK
or the dream of the giant mazeB
that turns constantly in and inL
on itself and there is no way outM
I am sick and tired of every rise and fallN
of the sun the moon's tedious cycleJ
that sucks blood from the thighs of womenO
and turns teenage boys into wolvesB
prowling the streets hungry for motionO
Let me be still let me restP
in some hollow of space and timeQ
far from the seasons and that boringG
ponderous drama of day and nightR
Let me sleep in the heart of calmS
and dream placidly of birds frozenO
in the unmoving air of eternityT
and the earth grown immobileJ
in its centrifugal spin and GodK
motionless as Lazarus in his tombU
before he is raised dizzilyJ
to fall again to rise to fallJ

B H Fairchild



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