Tuesday, January 20, 2009

bits and pieces of words
and sentences
swirl around
in my mind
but fall short of a coherent story

had i not forgotten
all of those love songs
i heard in my childhood
on the radio on sunday mornings
i could describe
the beautiful smell of
burnt slices of bread
my father used to make
on the gas stove

(i still eat my toast burnt)

or watching a cat sleep
in the sun
as i waited for my mother
to come back from grocery shopping
after school

(i still watch cats sleep
with an indescribable yearn for
someone to arrive)

but words swirl beyond my control
incoherent ever
much like the history i belong to
whose soundtrack was
the love songs i have forgotten
from scratchy 45s

Monday, January 19, 2009

bad things happen to good people
everyday
even if they all believe
they all are immune to such things
by virtue of being "good"
as all young believe
they all are invincible
by virtue of being young

but
in the long run
the rate of survival
drops to zero
for everybody
regardless of being "good"
or young
or both

i guess i realize that
we all live in the state of denmark
where something rotten is always afoot
infecting good people
or that i have grown old
or both

Saturday, January 17, 2009

drifting aimlessly

where i don't know

i know the time
i know my geographical coordinates
dead accurate

yet i am desperately lost
in my mind's geography and history

Flashback: December 31, 2008

okay this is it
we are ruffing it

in a city we don't know at all
we share a very very cold night
with a million of other people

realized that i missed that feeling of
being part of the machine of a large city

terribly

zipping through
in a train
in the warm guts of the city

no worries

my mind resonates
with the rumble of the trains,
cars, people walking, talking,
the nondescript white noise of
what surrounds us
within the concrete, the steel, the glass

moving

cold but happy