mauer im kopf

bricks and the stuff in between
angry fetid turgid bland
_terribly_ uncompromising

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.

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*-(komorebi – the light which filters through trees)

**-(iranai mono darake da – filled only with things i do not need)

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creep

stand out in the rain-
keeping the light glow of aquamarine pupils
firmly ahead.

realize, though,
sweet amber dryad,
where futility lies.

lest Anteros’ phoenix
feign its own death
and keep inviting you to baseball games

lest you, irrational,
find yourself staring from the couch
to the ceiling.

As though all the light of your soul
came bleeding through your mouth
because of thoughtful midsummer presents~

in tomorrow lies a different perspective.
the waxen paper of today
burns brightly to light sleep’s route.

brightly and without hesitation
should your love endure, small one,
the starving oxen plowing endless wheat.

embrace, lonely pink flower,
the coquettish wind
before it is gone again into twitching, hateful plains.

remember the smiles of those you love.
these are more important
than the strange, cool breezes
that accompany them.