ge

A whole five years since the last –
I do not recall such frenzy.
I have no memory of time gone past
nor any meaning there for me

Quiet for years and shrill for a week
People & posters, Paper & plastic
Is this what we all truly seek?

Le plus ca changer, a voice will say
But not out loud, not every day

/ bleh cannot be bothered to come up with anything new. here's a lil seed of a work from a month or two back + edit

twelve fifty-one

three twenty: you said hello
(the clock smiled)
six thirty-nine: you said goodbye
(the clock said twelve fifty-one)

nine fifteen: you said hello
(the clock smiled)
ten forty-two: you said goodbye
(the clock said twelve fifty-one)

twelve forty-nine: you said hello
(the clock smiled)
twelve fifty: you said goodbye

(the clock said twelve fifty-one)

but you didn't.

exaltation of life

be friendly! be happy! be funny!
be straight! be independent! be handsome!
be normal be loud be young be invigorated!

unfortunately, life can be such a burden.

somewhere out there

I recently poisoned my world; tainted it red. and half the time its a psychedelic whirl of colours that don't stop spinning. there's voices which tell me things: whispering into my ear the spray of the ocean and the wind of the desert. but it is the full paranoma of the clear night sky which is painted the most realistically. where we all sit on our little grassy knolls, waiting for that shooting star that never comes.

what is the colour of your rainbow?

and so

he painfully poured his heart into a glass
bottle, carefully corking the top (so that
not a drop would spill out).
swirling it round and round, watching the
churning contents weep tears of
mass destruction.

with one quick motion, he hurled the
package of doom out into the
big beyond. a great wave snatched the poison
out of the air, smothering it down as the

tide receded. but he
didn't see that, didn't see that.

he was running away,

running away from his world
which was
to turn a darker shade of blue.