Saturday, October 26, 2013

d├ętruire, dit-elle

autumn is here and yet i dont want it
never would i have believed
that you’d leave without me
i guess ‘i love you’ and ‘je t’aime’
never meant quite the same 

Sunday, October 20, 2013

happiness etc

i will haunt you
in your head
in your bed
in your grave
i will haunt you

but the worst thing is
you’ll haunt me too

Saturday, October 5, 2013

you and your sister

i was sitting on the bus on this rainy day
lost in the labyrinthine structure of my sorrow
when a little boy sat in front of me
and his little sister next to him
the little boy was wearing a bright yellow raincoat
with the tip of its sleeves rolled up 
so his tiny hands could emerge
(nobody not even the rain had such small hands!)

after further examination 
i realized he looked almost exactly like me when i was little

the boy kept staring and smiling at me
(possibly understanding our cosmic connection?)

boy, he even made me smile
just a little


the little boy and his sister later started making obscene gestures
looking at me and pointing towards their genitals
my bus stop appeared
this is where the old farts leave
i got off and went back into this rainy grey maze