quarta-feira, 23 de janeiro de 2019

Saturday has been plain

chasing that high again
riding assumptions the concern
that if only had I been gifted
gotta try again, singing graces
the future refutes the flame
flask, elixir of dark powers
flaky shambles of alien memorabilia

Seers imprint; mental agility spent
Sorting out the puzzles of daily jazz
Crack the crystal ball/ twist it round
Greasy eager fingers, freshly dyed hair
New year, woes that attack the core
Raise siege to the border of the question
Cement the space between doubt and a scream
Vibrant tasteful tune such is rebellion
Mellow voice, handpicked speech 'hell-o'
Orb stolen by rogues and  buckles
Let us sweeten the deal with ice-cream

Meditating on a chair nesting detachment
My hands alone cannot fabricate the stuff
that dreams are composed off
Nurturing an headache side by side
An empty slot of time pre-selected
An electrifying colorful stream
No way I can step on that lane
I heard it be a dreadful hub of freedom
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It crept on rapid like a crawling cockroach that learnt how to fly induces panic and groovy shoves, outbursts of enduring hate

It fell flat to condense, condolences really, like a mute flash mob instructs a riot to take up arms against the villainy of obesity

It came to be wonderful like a halve conjecture severed during birth hip lodged dwarfed aspiration that coincidentally bore sustenance

It entangled me still like her voice mused, in words untargeted, in free flow, homemade exchanges edged a buzz now distant and blurry

It dances in the fingertips like a coin skillfully shaped to entertain the idea of a pause and silly discarded lukewarm dolmen silhouette

Like us in my re-collective, selective, memory. It's a past, formal really, form of self.