What on earth
my eyes, half closed
half...unaware.
restless, almost asleep
my glance focuses into gaze.
soft light
shadows,
some parlance for joy muttered in another language.
quiet.
I don't know what I am waiting for...
sirens? Majesty?
Something untranslated...burning?
I came to herald you...but I ran aground on the moment
quiet, on the grassy field, covered in 35 mm,
coveted, consumed, like quicksilver
lost in a drain
lost like a derailed train
coaxed into the ether
a treasure of time,
history delineated into mystery,
misery, perjury, purgatory,
purchases, surcharges, and far off sounds imitating sinister hysterics...
quiet.
All is hidden here, in the moment,
stolen from the banging, semi-coherant draining
of the ceiling monster's clanging
inside tonight's apple-core head.
Spooling nothingness.
quiet...quiet, again.
-------------------------
Did you see it, There, in the faint misty drifts...?
No comments:
Post a Comment