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There is a couple curled behind me,
hidden in the cocoon of their hoods,
and I can hear the pornographic smack
of their lips over the blaring of whiny
pop-rock in my ears.
(Or maybe that's just the sound of my
loneliness.)
There is a man on the other side of
the street, a nervous rock to his stance. When
he crosses to my bus stop, I see menace and
ill-intent in his eyes. I pull my purse closer
and step away.
(Or maybe that's just the view from my
prejudices.)
There is a rushed stillness hovering in the air,
tasting of rainwater and aching limbs. We are
all tired of this "rat race" and "dollar a day"
folly. I sense the rising action, building towards a
revolutionary climax.
(Or maybe that's just the seductive kiss of
wishful thinking.)
There is dinner on my mind, and what I've missed
on Facebook since I've been out. I think of my (virtual) reality,
of the hopelessness of humanity, of rapture, of religion, of vice,
and of the incessant, insatiable, intimidating need for erotic
satisfaction.
(Or maybe those are just the words I've been told
to think.)
And so I climbed the stairs, up into the bus, and took my seat. I was full to the brim with hopelessness, with angst, and with the mind-numbing truth that this…this really might be all there is.
This is life.
hidden in the cocoon of their hoods,
and I can hear the pornographic smack
of their lips over the blaring of whiny
pop-rock in my ears.
(Or maybe that's just the sound of my
loneliness.)
There is a man on the other side of
the street, a nervous rock to his stance. When
he crosses to my bus stop, I see menace and
ill-intent in his eyes. I pull my purse closer
and step away.
(Or maybe that's just the view from my
prejudices.)
There is a rushed stillness hovering in the air,
tasting of rainwater and aching limbs. We are
all tired of this "rat race" and "dollar a day"
folly. I sense the rising action, building towards a
revolutionary climax.
(Or maybe that's just the seductive kiss of
wishful thinking.)
There is dinner on my mind, and what I've missed
on Facebook since I've been out. I think of my (virtual) reality,
of the hopelessness of humanity, of rapture, of religion, of vice,
and of the incessant, insatiable, intimidating need for erotic
satisfaction.
(Or maybe those are just the words I've been told
to think.)
And so I climbed the stairs, up into the bus, and took my seat. I was full to the brim with hopelessness, with angst, and with the mind-numbing truth that this…this really might be all there is.
This is life.
Literature
A Ghazal of Eyes
At my spine is a harbour for a fear of eyes:
the eyes that want to know me and your eyes.
Yours want me wanting and known. I think
of floods daily. They rarely close, your eyes.
You asked if I was scared of being known,
the dip of eyelashes on all-seeing eyes.
I hid a small god in your goldfish bowl to
make it true when I said yes, those eyes.
Somewhere I am known and in love with you.
It could be true. Can you imagine Mum's eyes?
Warm, as she’d look at us over her chai and smile.
Later you'll kiss me and tell me not to close my eyes.
Perhaps I won't. Here, there is no puja that can
pray away my fear, or with incense, hide all eye
Literature
Head and Heart
My heart is cold but feet are hot to trot
The mold around my legs cracks and falls like
Eggshells, I crush them with a step.
One foot first, the way it always goes,
Now the trick, the shift of weight,
Shift, weight, shift, weight, shift, weight
Wait
There are no longer windows in this place
Walled up with brick, mortar, think, quick!
Too late, momentum gaining, knees-calves straining
My opened hand outstretched, I push through
Tear through
Rip through the wall that divides length from width and time from space
My heart is ice, my feet are keeping pace.
This was a place designed for transit
Made for communication, screaming to
Reach out and
Literature
they say I am lost
the worst feeling I could ever find
was me, alone, losing my mind
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Full title - "Waiting for the 15L on Colfax Avenue".
"There are babies with guns beheading their friends
in shopping malls around the world.
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still
find time to write songs about girls.
I don't suck much less. At least those dudes
have no illusions of angst and hopelessness.
I can't define myself through irony and self-deprecation.
I can't deny myself being alive through my alienation."
-Say Anything, "Mara and Me".
Comments, critiques, etc, strongly encouraged! I was a little unsure about completely breaking the structure in the end and shifting into direct prose, but I had the urge, so I went with it.
Enjoy?
"There are babies with guns beheading their friends
in shopping malls around the world.
Yet somehow the Kings of Leon still
find time to write songs about girls.
I don't suck much less. At least those dudes
have no illusions of angst and hopelessness.
I can't define myself through irony and self-deprecation.
I can't deny myself being alive through my alienation."
-Say Anything, "Mara and Me".
Comments, critiques, etc, strongly encouraged! I was a little unsure about completely breaking the structure in the end and shifting into direct prose, but I had the urge, so I went with it.
Enjoy?
© 2011 - 2024 kamcalste
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Hi, Stephanie.. (:
So...I like this. Why? Because it's so real, I mean it's actual day-to-day honest-to-goodness thoughts that everyone and their sister's cousin has. People don't always admit they're so stuck in reality... Daydreaming the logic of it all, sometimes....if that makes any sense, and I'm sure it doesn't.
You're a thinker.
So...I like this. Why? Because it's so real, I mean it's actual day-to-day honest-to-goodness thoughts that everyone and their sister's cousin has. People don't always admit they're so stuck in reality... Daydreaming the logic of it all, sometimes....if that makes any sense, and I'm sure it doesn't.
You're a thinker.