bricks and the stuff in between
angry fetid turgid bland
the faces though,
as they spread across this myopic sea
wouldn’t dare be caught listless!
it’s been years now
but where do i start
and when am i finished?
your violet trembling peach skin
that recalls drowning for the only second it’s pleasant-
it yearns to tremble for nobody in particular-
how this, banal, unbecoming, disillusioned
is what i’m supposed to yearn for
instead of clean proofs, こもれびー *
i am posed against the monolith of hours
the sapient judge of my worth,
and excuses are, as expected, lacking.
but why supplication to this unimpressed god?
stars, though fragile and constant,
really only seem to exist for half a day.
this room, いらないものだらけだ。**
my head, heavy with syrup that won’t slosh.
my heart, filled as it is, spiteful of a head who wont share all the pancakes it so obviously has.
the valve just shuts off half way through anymore.
i don’t know how to reset the timer or anything.
it’s real fuckin’ annoying.
at least we can have lunch tomorrow.
*-(komorebi – the light which filters through trees)
**-(iranai mono darake da – filled only with things i do not need)