basking
Friday, 27 May 2016
Μαγεία
It's the scent of coffee
leading back to your grandpa's;
it's the violins' stroke
behind a rhytm you know.
It's the book brought to you
by your little cousin
spontaneously;
the unexpected ring of the bell
vanguard of friends.
Thursday, 26 May 2016
Beyond repair
What can you do
With a thing beyond repair?
Mend it stroke it
Break it again.
Throw it away
Giving up giving in
Because you never destroy something
- you just change the brim.
Monday, 23 May 2016
2am prayer
Too late
foul play
bugbear's out to get me.
Is there
some way
to outlast the game?
I'm an everlasting prey.
Thursday, 19 May 2016
Go
Mistakes
are bricks that casuality hands you
to pave your way to lands
unknown
glittering in your mind's eye
like half buried treasures
never meant to be
according to the depths of your coffee
this morning
-- witness others' pavements in progress
but proceed on a simple route
because it's gonna wind up of its own
over the gap.
Saturday, 14 May 2016
Behind someone's eyes
"There's nothing wrong with obsession."
"Objection, my Lady!"
"Conceded, Conscience."
"You see, the point is, it sticks to the brain and never lets go--"
"Objection, your Highness."
"Conceded, Inspectress."
"It's harmless, it's dull, it's naught but a presence in sleep that fades as soon as you rise."
"But dreams, my Lady! Aren't they just the mirror of soul after all?"
"Conceded, Conscience."
"Outrageous, as usual. Your shares on the matter are patches in the hand of a fool!"
"Conceded, Inspectress."
"I say," said Conscience, "it's time to release such beasts long imprisoned behind someone's eyes."
"I say," said Inspectress, "it's time to accept someone's bad side and desires, so dark and so fierce."
"I say," said the Lady, "I'll leave you at that, retire to my garden, behold a cuckoo and stare into the blue."
Saturday, 7 May 2016
Catch 22
You cannot sleep
Life is hard on the inside
Nerveracks oppose wisdom
Nowledge is the wrong Classic
to leaf through
out of time.