The joys of being unproductive
TiredHowever, I have been reading about astrology, dabbled in the consolations of philosophy, found some wonderful poetic one-liners.
I am listening to uplifting music about bizarre celebrations.
I am a lesson in how to get the best out of a day.
NarcissusAnd I consider everything symbolic; Sat staring for so long I lose sensation.Narcissus
And I will latch on to
each new impression as I lie down, feel blood rush back.
Barbed, caustic current.
And I am searching, but cannot control shifting, shallow emotions.
Gazing at the ceiling awaiting its fracture.
The Act.The stage has been set for sometime now,The Act.
as the curtains drop slowly to the dismay
of the anxious audience.
Spotlight. Silence,
saving the beat of her fading heart.
Slender fingers
snap.
Smoke rises, cape slips;
And she’s gone.
TogetherHer cheeks flushed from her imaginary drama her beautiful neck and armsTogether
bare
Stranded
in a smelly kitchen Face,
full of subdued emotion like a lovely corpse whose soul could not let go
I wanted but couldn’t to say ‘I love you’
good weekend?
up to much tonight?
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
here's to fruitfulness and thoughtfulness
xx
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"No doubt I shall go on writing, stumbling across tundras of unmeaning, planting words like bloody flags in my wake."
—Cain's Book - Alexander Trocchi
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