Tuesday 30 July 2013

Vicissitude

Arrival on the left,
departure on the right.
people waiting, people leaving.
nothing really happens.
No stagnation,
add, switch, transfer.
Small airports in small towns,
Huge airports in massive twinkling cities.
We keep moving, shifting our faith from one airport to another.
We, the hypocrites of the time. 

The train we were talking about.

Its a toy land down there,
where the train flows chugging between the buildings
full of yellow lights and street lamps.
Its a reflection from the glass window where i used to wonder
if i was ever going back.
its a river of memory in this minute,
only a reminiscence of the past.

Whipped?



An image of a whip on the page
Among all the images of the pages;
a black and white comic book.
That is what I saw when I heard his voice,
his silenced voice that hovers in my brain,
snapping here and there like a lightning bolt
that cuts my veins
creating a short circuit
in my /hollowed/ system/ filled/ with/ charms and chances.

Behold the prince charming of the fairyland
enchanted by my bewitched plans
bereft of evil intentions.

Sans mercy, sans mercy! Forgive me my darling.

Monday 29 July 2013

Deranged

Without you,
the guitar string bleeds,
sucky music passes by my window.
I being insane, lay on my bed quite, staring out at the floating clouds,
in the process of searching my mind and the distorted confidence.
Glaring and tripping on her poems,
must I follow Sylvia?