donderdag 12 april 2012

my mind, the bully

we softly sigh in the air
hailing taxi cabs
lonely hands and fingers waving
enjoying when you see me driving with an ungodly speed from
the street you are in
without looking i know that you leave
to other destinations
and places
with patience
and grace and
with people that i know
and don't know

I nick a cigarette from my mothers
pack of wolves
and fire up the urge to
kill time
and spend time with myself
until i remember
that danger lurks
laughing at me
silently and
my only bully is me
i've had it,

I sigh a blue note in the cold air
hailing taxi cabs
a lonely hand and thumb wave
when I think of you
my body waters
my mouth
and my flesh pump
and i'm high when i meet you on time
to spend days with you
and with people that i know
and don't know
and that's okay too.

salt and pepper

I look at the clock
and the clock and the clock
and there's hours and minutes and seconds
and so I run because I forgot how to walk

No one, but one, looks when I'm gone
We are running out of time,
if only they knew
they would run too

It's important to look forward
Here's to the future!
and my fickle head
slows me down
and shakes me
like a salt and pepper shaker
that hangs upside down
losing grain along the way

like you I
dig up my grain
on the road
because no one likes an empty shaker
they make an awful empty sound

good mourning

They are terrifying their good mornings
I mourn my mouths dead hellos,
in the morning
as I delve to the abyss of small talk