Thursday, June 17, 2010

i know nothing

and i take my absolutions
in the liberating passage of time
for i don't have allegiances
to anything
let alone facts

as i sit by myself in a room
i dissolve slowly
one fact at a time
i transform into
words meaning nothing

whence i came
i went

Saturday, June 5, 2000

keep those regrets at bay please
my dreams are strewn with those 
burnt permanently into the fabric 
of my memories 
with sad songs, smells and 
glimpses of everyday things 
tragic and yet beautiful 
with the full force of 
all of the memorable lies 
I once spat so readily 
while being guilty of young and stupid

so, the ghosts come out of the woodwork
together with their vicious songs of the old
the sirens 
dragging me into their charybdis 
into the stories I once wrote
which wreaked sex so very loudly
swearing an oath on the wrong gilgamesh 
inside a very guilty bathtub 

but that was a different me
a different time and city 
a different story all together