Alone

the melancholic feeling and its intuition are driving me out to a lonely place.

i feel numb!

and am stuck!

and she said, “Take a walk?”.

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Problems

Mark Slagowski
Image by Mark Slagowski

am totally blank with this page.
you will know me when you know my literary ambitions.
the wall is yellow, yet the bulb is brighter.
what am i into is a disaster now.
smudgy patterns upside down.
i can’t tell anyone about how painful it is.
lizard imprints and rings.
i just have to keep the pace, not knowing basic.
lost trails and wires.
i have lost my track, ..forever.

Hello

irving-penn

Image by Irving Penn

 

 

Hello, I said hello.

Through the microphone, i hear a voice resonate back,

A loudness,

A crunch between my toes like the bones of sparrows.

The cold numbness push on slips away as it’s inside.

The heresy I believed in never could break down the back talk.

As you came like a piece of brack through, they call me a plague.

Why still it isn’t hang up?

She on the other side with shotgun shells in her cheeks interviews my innocents.

i barely could follow the pulse.

the neighbour shouts, except the only abutting once.

the jumbling mess, no more i could stand up with the attitude.

saying goodbye, i disconnected.

[pause]

i burned the town and the neighbour.

the silence just before i lit them up with gasoline,

was terrifying and fearsome.

and the darkness and the ash flooded sky that came after,

was as peaceful as lying nude on the pristine beaches of Navagio.

i could feel that gush inside me,

free from the strifes and preachy clamourous disturbed people.

[sign]

hello, once again,

through the microphone, i hear a mushy voice…

Caly!