{ Citizen Erased }

Saturday, 24 October 2009

Newborn

Docile
I sway from place to place
Dragged by sheets of coarse paper
Gliding
My feet barely scratch the ground
The threat of stumbling ever-constant.

Trying
Oh, I’m trying
But there is only so much information
I can absorb
Before I begin to leak
The shimmering pools on the ground
My sanity
Drying up.

Heavy
Their words upon my eyelids
My vision impaired
While only vague shapes
Convey the ideas

I am supposed to understand.

{ Citizen Erased }

Friday, 23 October 2009

This Room is too Big

Twenty times my eyes crossed his gaze
I counted
The mistakes were heavy
Cracks in the ceiling
Ready to split
Shredding, slicing
Emotional wreck

The distance grew
And for all I knew
This would last all night

So I made my excuses and left.

{ Citizen Erased }

Wednesday, 21 October 2009

The Desert

If I said these words
Out loud
Could I listen to myself?
Smell the venom on my breath.
Tuneless grace notes sing
Telling me I’m still alright,
Telling me I’m still alive.
Melodies lost through windless haze

Stepping from sigh to honest sigh,
Under clouds perspiring dry,
Wistfully aware of their own mortality.

“You’re next, you’re next”
Sung the vultures.
“Rest your heavy head
For when you drop dead
We feast on breathless flesh.”

And still the desert of my mind
Surrounds the periphery of my eyes
With yet no end in sight.

But open windows
Let air both in and out,
Grey lights enveloping natural colour,
While closed curtains lock me away.

With legs like weights,
The taste of sand,
I stumble on stray emotions.
The stream of consciousness
Contaminated.

“You’re next, you’re next”
Still sing the vultures.
“Rest your heavy head
For when you drop dead
We feast on breathless flesh.”

And still the desert of my mind
Surrounds the periphery of my eyes
With yet no end in sight.

It’s been this way for quite some time
And yet no end in sight.

{ Citizen Erased }

Tuesday, 20 October 2009

Dreams of Wealth and Fame

Money
Vampire bat smiles
Kitchen tiles
Double glazed heart
Sinking miles
Speedometer
3, 2, 1
Start.

Finish.
Underneath
Bittersweet
Can't afford
Sinking teeth
Releasing red
Bleeding change
Fall

Down.

{ Citizen Erased }

Monday, 19 October 2009

Cage

Late traveller
Sitting in your space
Reclined and complacent
Trusting in Godless wonder
And thunder-clap romance

And the door is locked.

Nothing in
Nothing out
Nothing in
Eyehole glass, distorted contact
Lasting image
Voices in the corridor
Ethereal, leeching
Energetic
Callous

Loud

Electrified
The flash of the eyes
Palpitations and grey mornings
Transparency of hung material
Letting days leak through the window
Unnoticed

And the door is still locked.
And the door stays locked.

{ Citizen Erased }

Monday, 5 October 2009

Starting Off