unnamed ...unblamed

it's like this see
you won't believe it
when i tell you

it's not
well it is the colour
it's embrace
so tender
tight, so tight

unintended violence
kills the mood
scraping out a song
as it skates over old wounds
turning everything red

sound echoes
becomes unreal
time is eclipsed
becomes a pictogram
like a sliver of moon
so cool and perfectly white

but always
the never ending
song of melancholy
begs for more
boom boom banga b.b.b.boom

reverberating inside the skull
thoughts rattling
expectations jarred, pickled,
preserved in seductive shapes
like aspic transparent, but solid like jelly

in the end
i feel like
i'm still at the beginning
still looking ahead
anticipating so intensely

raindrops shot through with sunshine

laughter pealing
sarcastic lips

it's not my future
nor my past

it's all the uncharted stuff that clogs the brain
i can't help but feed it
and hope it eats itself to death

unfurling

into
liquid
i crumble
like a biscuit filled with cream
unfolding
and
re inventing myself
call
to
the
night
to give me a break

snap
my fingers in time to the rhythm
that runs in my blood
keep the time
beat the time
lose the time
find
everything you wanted
to lose

click
over the moon
and jump into the soft lost memory
it feels deliciously warm
and i call to my mother

i need
i want but wont have a bar of
being held
tight