ever wished you lived inside a song?
all the senses stimulated by a rhythm
a long train ride
shared in a wagon lit
searching for the land where desires were born
small innocent children
scratching the earth
like a lover's back
feasting on forgiven fruits
no regrets
no memories
small genuine notes whispered
no different than clouds
before rain.
overwhelmed I am
by the volume and beauty of the poetry
I read in your eyes.
devastated by your absence.
wishing we lived inside a song.
p.s the song is "do you want what I need" by Milosh
I don't miss you
it's your afterimage that haunts me
that's what the doctor said,
like the canary
in the cage
over the kitchen table
that used to sing
while I had my coffee-and-cigarettes breakfast.
the canary died last August
I quit smoking in September
everytime I walk in the damn kitchen
I can see the canary
yellow like a tiny standing banana
an apparition imprinted in my retina
as I still smoke in my dreams
and curse myself for starting again
we are prisoners of our habits.
I don't miss you
it's your absence inflated in my head
almost the size of a zeppelin
floating over the neighborhood
casting an ominous shadow on the buildings
like a spider's web dripping blood
on the furniture
on my books
on my clothes.
I don't miss you
you are only a volcano
in my nightmares
trying to burn me and drown me at the same time.
it's your laughter that invades
my house like a storm of razors
like distortion from huge amplifiers
of a rock concert
of the previous century
reverberated in my mind to levels of insanity.
I don't miss you
your only strength is my obsession
with your myth
at the expense of truth.
I gaze at the horizon
that hides the ocean
an ocean that keeps us apart.
knowing that beyond the seas
but not beyond my senses
your quiet breathing
is a melody
a painful instance of absence
that will be remedied
by the boundless waters
that will carry you
to familiar shores.
