Camelot
Sunday, February 21, 2016
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?
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
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
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