(2013)
Poem about how I tend to use romantic comedy shows (rom-com) or just watching shows in general for escapism.
Once my beating heart Matched steel drum lines to-to-toe Teaching metronomes But now my beat has fallen Into syncopated depths
The spotlight glares down Bright, bright, sight, sight My cloak swiftly surrounds White, White, Swish, Swish, The fabric shell billows but stays
Five points to this as stated thus… Five; to pick up things once falle… Four; to grasp all things from wir… Three; to greet, to cheat, and din… Two; to bind wild lovers with gold…
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
I guess it’s about that time again time for another pointless relapse Time, like a dusty album record Spinning, around and around on end I want the needle to break or veer…
The end of the road A distance we all travel Darkness as moonlight Spreads over stone and flowers That litter our path ahead
Busy decisions Like an endless moon cycle Such a waxing life
I pray for the day When my mind is clear Silence, sweet silence Schemes and impulses forgone To live without a shadow
To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops
Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them
My Grandfather’s last dream In a deep sea of white, heavy thun… Until a peaceful respite blinks What will it bring? Will the rain… With their piercing showers, will…
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?
Self-expressional Crooked poster on the wall Self-intentional Will you shatter, will you fall? Who will fix your frame of old?
A soft fluttering A pulse that pushes beyond Beating of the heart Oh to express the joys of, A soap opera here and there
