Saturday, December 12, 2009

grey

something is amassing
in my stomach.
a frightening shame,
an unrepairable tilt
at my very core,
a damage
from the weight of my own self.
i see my reflection
in the window,
but it isn't me.
the city is grey
covered in fog.
and in the distance
i can hear my own tiny voice crying for help.

Thursday, December 10, 2009

there it was

i am waiting for some awakening,
but now i'm caught up in electrical cables.
it's always late at night before i start feeling,
and the internet is getting smaller
-closing in on me.
certain songs, i can't listen to them anymore.
we don't agree like we used to.
i need that awakening,
more now then any high.
listen to those songs,
don't lose your mind,
i tell myself.
not now, when you're so close.
there it was
-a sudden trace of emotions.
and now it's gone.
the end

Saturday, December 5, 2009

there is data in the air

they do the dreaming
and i do the sleepwalking
the old men across the street
in the park, vomiting
pigeons feasting on their insides
and the air is sick
with messages no-one can decipher
a static outlining of sorts
fiberoptics, radiotowers
they do the dreaming
we are data-language
a vision of zeros and ones
i do the walking
in the sky, a thousand butterflies
a misguided fligh
into a reverse metamorphosis
cocoons falling from above
the panic, mesurable
in the echo of the vicious hail
what happened to their dream?
knee-deep in larvae, i sleepwalk
there is data in the air