Into the caffeteria
walks an old man
too poor to retire
he goes to make instant coffee
frantically spooning 8 tablespoons of sugar
into his small plastic cup
he adds boiling water
the cup overflows
scalding his hand
sugary black liquid paints tau over the counter
as he strirs incessantly
he fumbles the spoon into the sink with a clank
as a young colleague resemblant of his son
looks at him with pitiful contempt –
it doesn’t register.
spreads and persists
until you want to claw
your eyes out,
I bash my head against the wall
just to feel some relief,
I urge to scream and scream
until they lock me up
in a mental ward again.
They don’t understand me there either.
Traumatised and anaesthetised, I feel
I know you still exist somewhere
I gaze at the most profound paintings
listen to the most seductive symphonies and I feel
The only time I feel:
visualising a razor-blade tearing through my jugular gracing me with peace.
How I burn
Your smile sends
that vibrate the
resonating at the frequency
terror of your smile
fading to contempt
The mind rests in mourning,
like soft mildew in the fog of winter.
Finally aware of the dark seed within it.
A seed which has sprouted, spread, and tangled throughout;
growing like a tumour;
a cancerous, malignant, destructive web of black;
tightening its grip around the mind –
in an attempt to defend the very thing of which it destroys.
The monstrous seed sits inconspicuously;
at the centre –
Conducting with ease the orchestra of its lifeless musicians.
Stare at fear itself.
It does not want to die.
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As I witness the most beautiful sunset I have ever experienced
I can’t help but ponder the stilling surreality of this magnificent planet.
The sky is filled with an amazing array of colour –
warm oranges and dark pinks morph into seductive shades of gold.
Streaks of light glow from the same pallet and twist
around mountainous cloud formations
that perfectly compliment the jagged landscapes with which they dance.
I dare not take a photograph
no man-made technology could ever hope
to reproduce something so profound
as this moment
which has arisen in my percept
as if it were gifted to me by my creator
intended to be experienced and never re-lived.
As I take in this incredible sight, I can’t help but contemplate
the seemingly uncanny perfection
of a beautiful life-harbouring planet
floating alone in a cold and desolate solar system.
It dawns on me that we Humans are living in Heaven
and we so often fail to recognise it.
beautiful, black, orange and sprawled –
sits at the centre of his well spun prism of steel strong web.
Invincible, like a king.
Consuming anything and everything that enters his selfish trap.
He seethes as the pesticide invades his being –
twitching, resisting, this cannot be.
Falling to the ground – broken, withered, bound;
death cries imminent.
Who am I?