Monday, 15 July 2013


I feel like the world has shrunk,
and I'm balancing on one leg
and on my shoulders are weights
and I'm being pulled in several directions
and my hands want to burst forward,
but my back is stiff and leans back
while my head, like lead, stays still and dead
as thoughts race and dull at the same time
fade quickly and reappear
repetition, repetition,
sensual inequations unable to meet user demand.
I feel like the world shrunk without me
I feel like I've left the world far behind
and I'm not in space, just a void
no direction, no destination,
no voice, no mind.
Where is the journey, where is the journey
that I thought I was walking
but lost the path a long time ago.
I feel like I'm sick but my body is empty
and tired
and slowly, slowly, wanting to sleep
and rest
and weep
finally, something I cannot endure
that wants my bones to break
but will not ensure their destruction
because I'm not on earth anymore.
I feel like I'm so far away
that rules don't work
yet twist and insert
in ways that stretch me far
like a red goo
but not allow me to snap
so I wait
You tease with teeth and whispers.
You assassinate close strings that held me up
but until you strike the final blade
I shall keep wandering on

in the new land I've made.