Daydream in the Moonlight

My gaze unfixed,

A dozen smiles to choose from,

Uninterested in the dozen,

My eyes wander.

The dozen,

A part of a group,

Me with them,

Half unconscious.

Under the influence,

Of nothing but fatigue.

A few words from their conversations,

Enter my weary ears.

A shadow of unconsciousness,

Caresses me.

It forces me,

To make peace with it.

I felt no fear,

No surprise.

I daydream,

In the moonlight.

Aeroplane Blues

Cotton clouds,

Raindrops,

Fall on your window,

Your thick air tight window.

Suddenly you stop noticing.

Fear creeps up slowly.

Too soon for landing,

You wonder what's happening.

Too afraid to think.

Down you go.

Seat belts rattle.

You're startled.

Yellow masks fall from the sky.

Everyone starts to panic.

You wear your mask,

You breathe heavily.

Suddenly you stop living.

It all went by in a flash.

Nothing more, it's over.

How fast, it all went by.

User Guide

You came with a 'user's guide'.

The salesman guaranteed you.

I bought you,

and used you,

But I never bothered to read the guide.

Later I lost you.

Malfunction.

By this time,

I had known you so well,

I had thrown the guide out.

I wish that I hadn't bought you,

Whatever the discount was.

I wish that I hadn't loved you,

Whatever the special offers were.

You're a broken colour tv,

Through which I can only see black and white.

You're a broken telephone,

That rings when no one's calling.

You're an ipod,

Where I can only hear one song,

Repeating,

Even when I have a thousand others.

Stop.

I want to breathe.

I want to be free.

Free.

I want to be free.

Ice Cold

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Reflect

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Locked. Trapped. In The City.

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Grandmother Blues

Awoke on a snowy summer morning,

A nightmare responsible.

Visions of Christ and balloons.

Took a bath,

thought of painting my walls,

yellow I decided.

Acrylic paint tubes, all empty.

'Use green instead',

a voice in my head said.

'May the force be with you',

was my swift reply.

A box of crayons, my eyes landed on.

Searched a bit, till I found yellow.

Bright like the sun, it shone.

Went straight to the walls,

And like a 3 year's child,

I began.

Too tiring, I concluded.

Time to call granny,

she'd be pretty lonely,

Took a while, to get here,

she did.

She rang the bell.

Greeted with a pistol and crayons.

The pistols where from last night.

An encounter with flying ninjas,

I'd rather not remember.

Told her what to do, I did.

An hour passed by along with two walls.

'I can't take it anymore', she said.

Teach her a lesson I had to,

A few rounds into her legs.

Right or left, I cannot recall.

Obedience followed.

A bit of blood,

Never hurt anybody did it?