I passed by him and got on the wrong train car!
-s
Closer (2004)
“– I don’t love you any more.
– Since when?
– Now, just now.”
How Should It End?
By Vilhelm Hammershøi
Happy-ending love stories?
What a blue Monday!
-s
10:37
A few minutes after half past ten.
Lipstick stains.
No sugar.
Black.
C’est tout.
-s
Back…
One would never go back to writing; writing will always come back to one!
Hello, world! I’m back!
x
-s
M. S.
… so I saw this guy, identical to Michael Stipe, and paid him a smile.
Then I thought to myself, thank goodness for Thursdays!
-s
I Am Now
On the road.
Wet road just like
your mouth when my heart
fell down.
When your reason was
framed in self destruction.
The glass cried red bitterness.
Grace.
Grace fell asleep on your planet;
the orange sky became turquoise;
tenderness turned into black.
Look at me now;
I am now.
– S
Montreal – March 5, 2014
…
What if I can’t say what I must say?
What if…
So what?
So.
– S
Behind Me
The morning of cold tiles;
wet postcards;
barefoot.
wet postcards;
barefoot.
Hand in hand,
sliding together;
the past was new
and the future old.
Today –
this very day –
I ran to my dreams;
the old town daydreams.
When the sky was wet;
the loose tobacco
and the winter song
were the only cravings.
… and in this quite moment,
I hear all the cries
behind me;
around us,
above it all.
– S
Toronto – February 27, 2013
Charm
Twenty four hours and more;
once again, she stood there
eyes wide and slippery.
Hands on keys
scrolling down
up, down,
DAMN!
Feeling the miracle
of those words;
heart taking over
her entire body.
Back to the red plant
with desperate eyes,
she regrets the word “charm.”
– S
Toronto – July 23, 2012