lost in my head, my feelings somewhere, perhaps in a corner of a chamber, in a shadow, in the silence between a lub and a dub, an innocent murmur, an echo...
the world goes about its business, witness to violence and chaos, beauty and kindness. it does not pause to see faces, it does not wait to hear voices, it does not stop to taste bittersweet. it moves in fluid rotation, and long, lazy loops around the sun.
the drone of micromanagement, in quarter-hour installments, each created to contradict, they layer them, a cake, to celebrate. doubt becomes belief, own the fault, the pieces of the puzzle fall into a pattern, a plan, mean-spirited, worthy of a Scottish wife, with a complement of false concern. a blight of human kindness.
No words to express my sadness because he is gone too early; before all our tales told, before all our adventures shared, before all our poetry reworked in the confines of my car. I whisper to him inbetween the hours, when the sky is bruised black&blue, to him, on the other side...
ultranervously, in panic, ran away. The demoralized young man held on waiting, biting his nails. chest, shoulders drooped. turned away walked off through the gate into the nearest bar, for a long time lost
x, y intercepts the lines cross into infinity, transverse the tattoo, scar the wrist, vulnerable scabs newly formed, hot, itch to be broken, the blade slender, pinpricks of crimson against porcelain, sweet pain