alight, wait, enter.
create a fuss doing nothing
a blackbrokenheart crafted into a cake,
hollow it out with unintended symbolism,
old movies & a bowl of pasta
indolence in a sense,
but it seems rather fine.
walk away from the feeling to
linger by the bay, where the water
turns the colour of tainted silver
& a setting sun sets windows on fire
there, far away.
awkward twirling in the garden
where something envelopes around me,
a moment of tension
idonotknowwhy.
it disappears,
goodbye.
roads to trace the earlier hours
encounter the shadows of others
un-noticed.
a red cafe to converse without notions,
devour meals & coffees, conspire against
a waiter. leave silver pieces in
the empty wine glass, chocolate
biscuits wrapped up in my bag.
pace the street in fervent chatter,
desperately twist lies around plans
sit on the side of the road
((listening to eskimo joe))
crowd into the car & make up the story
as we go along. guilt doesn't feel right,
but it doesn't seem to matter.
reminisce to re-work the idea
that there's somewhere to be,
elsewhere than here. catch
a bus back to where i
began.
completely lost but at hand is my coat
somehow it makes everything familiar,
throw back crimsom in a lust for colour,
fall asleep under the lack of time
& still, to stumble on a fool.
decisive sojourns where
the blues play so sinister,
so haunting that,
it's finally time
to fall down
& dream.