Suddenly
I felt
that I was compelled
(by what? Whom?)
to embrace the entirety
of the universe
Just in time
before the strom
Right in there
Searching
asking questions
still deciding
thinking
old stories
good person
bad companies
This aint
my city,
too many faces
too many mouths,
the same streets
Inadequate and awkard
feelings of guilt and shame
Weakened vestiges
of lost childhood
Signs of obsessions,
Compulsions, combustions
Ancient frames
of current insanity
Some fucked-up testimony
This is the closest I´ve come
to write a non-love poem
about a certain non-existing someone
who we are
who are we
"The pedestal gets in the way
and cannot withdstand
our honest scrutiny"
Organized rebellions
and systematic chaos
has never sounded
quite so sad
Could it be
could it be
that she´s playing with me
that I´m playing with them
Am I still your favourite ghost
Am I stiil the one
you miss the most
Moist stiffened voices
