Friday, July 18, 2008

Sweater

Grey and knitted
branded Monte Carlo
patiently waiting
inside my ol' wardrobe
for summer to die.

Oh, how I hate death
and winter.

Thursday, July 10, 2008

Solitude.

Where am I rushing to...
After all,
it's the same Sun
everywhere.
I will stay.
Let the Earth
move around me
if it wishes so...

Ambition

I will go on forever, or so I thought.
Sitting at the helm of the ship
I couldn’t miss the leak
letting the sea in.

I won’t go on forever, or so I thought.
Sitting at the helm of the ship
I couldn’t miss the shore
fast rushing in.

I, on Thursday, July 10, 2008, 8:40 PM

How do I explain what I am thinking?
As words fail me, all I can do is
ask Brecht to do the honours...
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THE LOVELY FORK - Bertolt Brecht

When the fork with the lovely horn handle broke
It struck me that, deep within it
There must've always been a fault. With difficulty
I summoned back to my memory
My joy in its flawlessness.

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