What no one will remember
(Part LXx1)
a
journey
in flux. Oct 5th,
2013.
journey
a stroll
.
I walked alone b/c
the streets were attempting
to be white
I’m all sorts of blues
so what a contrast that was,
when I found the open boulevard
imitating a mouth or lights
exactly like my sparkling daze-hood,
the shadows were falling everywhere
like broken pieces of love,
I could hear cars, reminding me
that I’m nothing but a drive;
I was hoping for a journey but found
myself crushing little roads of silence
blinking sadly,
remonstrating:
am i the only poet out here
tonight?
poetry blog
on a camel
On a camel
deeper Morocco
sunset soon
near Sahara
there I started
to feel again,
the beautiful earth
turning in the dream of night;
the stars sailing my mind
all the stars
stars.
staring at the opposite end
of time
in a tent
Berber land
sun gone
near the mighty Sahara.
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far away
I am so far away,
the moment
is a scorching taste of whiskey
in my half-agape mouth
my hand curling
the hair of
chance
nonchalance
alas is for me a word
signifying wings
history is in my sensations
to end this night
in the consolation of death
being as gentle as
sleep
far away from what is believed,
towards the prismatic dispersal
of becoming again
transitory
so far away
aging with the journey
of name
Nihilistic Poetry Blog
for lack of definition
I have enough fall
to crack open
my soul
the yolk of essence
oozing through my
ribs
I keep evaporating
but the clouds
won’t integrate my
formless mass
my thoughts taste
of cinnamon and world war
and yet they failed
at school
it’s time to saw off
my hands
and let poetry
be made
with
unlicked journey.
motions
the walk
curled smoke
released
like a hallelujah
a modicum of light
on her eye
that stares infernally
at you
curled smoke
released
like a hallelujah
a modicum of light
on her eye
that stares infernally
at you
aging with the pulp
a journey whose
voice praying on ash
gains no wisdom
a journey whose
voice praying on ash
gains no wisdom
the want
disseminating doubts
that coil around the flesh
but no soul
disseminating doubts
that coil around the flesh
but no soul
the last moment of the day
a cello
in the air
charged
with collapse
a cello
in the air
charged
with collapse
ambulant timekeeping
wayfaring in delirium
still listening to
the living
clouds.
wayfaring in delirium
still listening to
the living
clouds.
down south
I’ll erase the ifs
on a one-way street
to perdition
till there is no more
ground to roam
crossing the enigmatic landscapes
whose symbols
remain incomprehensible
while the incandescent journey
coils spirals south
towards the dead-end;
then – a look back to
the effluvia of decisions
an impressionism of the past
of equal value
to the hallucinations of dreams
I remain dumbstruck
such as the puppet
performing an unlikely role
before the theater
of the night.
on a one-way street
to perdition
till there is no more
ground to roam
crossing the enigmatic landscapes
whose symbols
remain incomprehensible
while the incandescent journey
coils spirals south
towards the dead-end;
then – a look back to
the effluvia of decisions
an impressionism of the past
of equal value
to the hallucinations of dreams
I remain dumbstruck
such as the puppet
performing an unlikely role
before the theater
of the night.
