Superimposition
is occurring
between thoughts.
Senseless infinities.
Today
I was every ghost
born again
from pointless
and weighted
histories.
"A boy has never wept, nor dashed a thousand kim."
Right now
I am crying
the tears I know
aren't mine.
They belong to you.
They stained the cheeks of the Thousand Kim.
"A boy has never wept..."
The mantra of a fading nervous system.
The password to speakeasy oblivion.
Spasms of recognition
scatter the swift black curtain of crows
tkr tkr tkr, Caw.
tkr tkr tkr, Caw.
They shift direction
against the groaning sky
and that face
you saw in your first fever
stares you down
to insignificance.
"We are the Thousand Kim.
Those who find us
will be destroyed."
Suddenly
It's cold
and dark.
The dogs are there
to chase the murder off
and lead the way
back home.
6 comments:
Thanks and yeah, I wrote it. I was knackered at the dog park and sorta micro-dreamed this. Throw in a spooky quote, a narrative shift and blammo.
I was feeling very somnambulistic yesterday afternoon so I wrote a bit and picked some songs to suit the mood. Glad you liked the Can song. They're one of my faves. The Verve are too. Something new is coming...
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