Cavern Tours: Speleothems of Heart, Body, and Mind
by Cameron Miller
No cameras or recordings, please.
All bags checked at door.
taken at your own risk,
three caverns, dark chambers
no other outlets.
Chest cavity is generous,
a deep placid lake
easily navigated by dugout.
Caution: rumbles and quakes elsewhere
swell turbulence here,
reverberations of sound
force crushing air pressure
as heartbreak and grief
curdle the blood,
lesions on the walls
Sacral Chakra, septic tank
or gutter bowels
by whatever name
is a river Styx
crossing over to gods of the underworld.
It’s a happy, well-fed place
until it isn’t
then all Hell breaks loose.
Alluvial plains of hardened cesspools
rise up in tidal waves
any poor bastard on the surface
down puckered anus.
The final frontier of this journey
is a cavern of delirium
where legions of thoughts whisper
Frenzied wisps of phantasm
blood in the water for sharks of the mind.
Tours can begin or end here
but risk becoming the corpse a journey
into the looping cranial labyrinth.
paddling these interior caverns
are now closed to the General Public.
Solo voyages only, for the foolhardy proprietor
or an Urgent Care specialist.