On my way to
the sad suburbs, where...
This isn't
a poem about you...
Who are you today?
The first few minutes after...
Sometimes it feels like my soul is a record...
Not some fancy state-of-the-art machinery...
The look in my eyes is there, you're just blind to...
The tone of my voice is clear, but you're deaf to...
There was a time when the sky was blue,
the air was clear and the dams were full...
My heart hurts...
not this vessel behind my ribs...
Amorous air-drawn angels...
The word tattooed on my skin
A reminder of how naive I can be...
There it is. A glowing dot
in the sky. You could hear it's whistle...
I've had enough of you. Enough nothing. I guess at...
Bridges from reality to my mind
have been crashing...