Zooming up to the sky,
and the fake stars
are spinning around
her blemished eyes.
She draws a giant circle
above them all,
fills it up with
the whitest white
and grayish dots.
Begging to forget
the agony of
the bastard
sad songs.
She smiles and frisks
then frankly lies;
sings along,
getting high.
She flies and
falls deep in heart;
inks her soul with
butterflies
and paper cuts.
Feels them all
and buries them
in sleep, in a life
ever after.
S
“It is difficult in life to be good,
and difficult in art to portray goodness.
Perhaps we don’t
know much about
goodness.”
Live your life.
You
own
it.
S
(Image: Poster for the Ballets Russes – Théatre du Châtelet, Paris 1909)
Rewind.
I find myself among a million non-existent lovers,
rushing to their beloved or to the rainbirds, and
I’m standing in stillness, admiring the yellow line,
minding it beneath my mind’s shutter.
Where will I stand in the next
forty eight hours?
Fast forward.
Confessions, tears, strangers,
heartbeats – the heart hoards its beats.
Elegance, surprises, adults,
let’s go wild – in to the wild,
et cetera,
et
cetera
Play.
The moon didn’t hide that night;
the sun won’t ever hide my love,
the truth – once again –
beat the lies.
Stop.
S
Sophia + (Vintage) Bazaar
I like this cover.
A lot.
S
– How to unblock a mind? Help!
– Dancing around to The Ramones! May take two or three tracks but it should do the trick.
I keep this “secretly/desirably” simple (make everything in past tense):
I break into the fragile snowflakes as I pass the same dodgy
mate in all his glory. I admire his reddish socks, adoring
the feather on his beige chapeau. Who bloody cares about
tonight’s full eclipse? I still worship the virgin moon
as I wander under it with scattered thoughts. I stumble
along, growling and shaking. I’m lost. I’m found. I
repeat, “but I don’t feel down.” My companion tonight
is the taxi driver from Ghana. His random smile,
his ring tone, melt my hijacked heart; rescue
me from the nonsense terms that translate
into what we both learnt as lies.
Impatient, fearless, intoxicated;
I play tonight’s song, and smile
big at our (long) overdue
yet predictable
rendez-vous.
To be continued…
S
I just regained my sight
and saw myself floating
in between the silvery sky,
the knitted daffodils, and
the natural delights.
Eyes closed; eyes wide shut.
In the stranger’s land;
sunken in the night;
drunken in the drips;
I sweat and then smiled.
Beneath those closed eyes,
were the hot summer days,
the screaming on an old tape,
the lost Roman chain, and
an unknown tomorrow.
To be continued…
S
