Year 2017

Who spoiled the rod?

Eavesdropping

You cannot trick the master of illusion 

I've learned 

There's a bag of symptoms 

In the corner of the hospital room

I move around, I'm a dune

Flowing like a stanza

Child of a pathological liar

I descry the sky is burning tangerine on fire 

It's not a surprise, I'm nonchalant

It has been brought to my attention 

You're a king-sized phony 

There won't be a happy ever after

Fugitive doppelgänger 

Chasing after stars, in friendly bars

I'm a shy ne'er-do-well, turtle coming out of my shell

Looking for a kiss and a birthday wish 

I'm sick and twisted 

Moving like music, effortlessly stoic 

Fruitless hermit

Moping around an empty house

I am numb, ytterbium

Still soul-searching

At war with my gypsy reflection

Longing for something

The numb feeling is dominant 

Like a varicose vein or a protruding stomach

It comes and goes like I promenade 

Poker-faced

I thought I deleted it from my memory

The last time I was duck egg blue

I tried to kill myself 

In the darkness down a cul-de-sac 

Thinking back, it's difficult to recollect the past 

The times I cried and the times I laughed 

I don't want to wake the beast 

I open the curtains, I let in the sunbeams

I've decided I want to live, I'm a contradiction 

Ersatz Latin, I'm not exaggerating 

Every night I hear suburban police sirens 

Dashing down streets 

They knock me off my feet

They sweep up all the foliage 

Then they leave like a thespian 

Exiting the stage 

Like fancy calligraphy

After that, everything is silent 

I sit in my easy chair, in an umbra 

Dour warrior, Salvador, brother of Yugoslavia

Cynosure yapping 

Dwelling on yesteryear like the Minotaur

In the labyrinth, I'm trying to find my way

I'm trying to find my way out of the night 

Going left then going right.