Sunday, August 11, 2013

Crooked


 

 
 

How do you see me?
How do I look?
Fine!
Have a second glance
You’ll find

Life goes ephemeral
No one drools over me or you
Brains debating
About collapsing
Bodies trying to keep biped
And only some light is bed
To a mountain
Which once was not here
The sun keeps setting  there though
You see...
Have a cigarrete
 
Have a look at me
What do you feel?
It’s not fine
It’s no longer I
It’s not fine
It’s not even …
…in line.

 

The Crooked Coda: Toccare by thescatteredimage


 

Monday, August 5, 2013

I’ve tried






I try hard

To fail and fall

Deep into

Forgetfulness


Dreams
Birds
and dates
 though


Keep in charge

To constantly
     remind me of it.


_________________


Five years ago... my beloved brother passed away.



Image mour_ by google