Camelot

Camelot

Friday, February 19, 2016

Extra Fine Blue

I've disappeared
Misty vapors
Into my day to day
Existence

Sporadically
Flickering
Towards reality

Animated

My mind
A blank canvas
With knotted
Imperfections
Occasionally
Painted with
Extra fine blue
0.38

Sometimes
With the light fingers
Of consciousness
But there are times
When the hand
Is heavy with lunacy
Piercing through
Gut wrenching
Thoughts

Wavering
On the line
Between
Inner and outer
Characters

Internally

Craving solitude

Outwardly

An outgoing
Life force

Conflicted

I am
Quite comfortable
In my own skin

But is my skin
Comfortable with me?


Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016


Tuesday, February 9, 2016

The Tsinilas

The motorbikes go
Vrrrrm, vrrrrrmm, vrrrrrrmmm
Behind me, loud fumes
Reach my nostrils, my ears
The constant blaring
Of horns, so normal
Oh so normal here
Like the sun, the sweat
The tsinilas

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016


Saturday, February 6, 2016

1 AM Run

Fluorescent light
My reassurance
Shines down on me
Through leaves
Disgracefully
Flirting
With the bats
That flit
Above my head

I'm fascinated
By what I can't see

I've missed the bus
I wait to catch
The 1 am run
To the badlands
While
A love song plays
In the background

That's all they ever
Play here

Exhausted
And aching
I fantasize of
My cold bed
Instead yellow
Plastic chairs
Cut into my ribs
My bony wrist
Pretending
To be a pillow

I hear my blood
Pumping loudly in my ears

I'm surrounded
By curiosity
I can see
The question marks
In bright neon
Blinking on and off
On their foreheads

Watching me
As I
Watch them

Copyright © Allene Angelica 2016