circles

you are no more
you.
now it is this space
full of befuddled words
songs. assorted in colors
and tastes.
noodled up reveries.
broken, sad, incomplete pieces of trash
that i am reluctant to dispose.
and the fluid nothingness that
effortlessly fills up
all the miles
lying vacant in between.

jkdsfhkf

shoals
of small
sharp
fragments
of slowness.
innocent
dangerous
friends.

pineapples

and then
the pineapple railings
the cotton clay casts
the roads wrapped in dark blue and pink
and wires tangled as if
they were our very existence.
how hard do we try
to hold on to
the few things
we recognize.

shoals

the glass looks empty
and that is what i thought
all these years.
but
being empty.
and being full
with emptiness.
are not the same.

ugly satellites

i stand on the surface of moon
with a parachute
and a tube of toothpaste
without a brush.
you are playing a violin
alone in a football field
that i can see
but not listen to
from here.
the vessel that brought me
has left
for other satellites
not so beautiful.
it will take a few years
to return.
meanwhile,
i don't feel like reading anymore.
i will lie down
and find out
how do the same old stars look
from here.

forever

i glide
on the bridge
between this side
and the other
all the time.
for the fear
of getting stuck
in either of those places.
the bridge but.
is fragile
they say.
i must choose
a side
to stay
before it perishes
and i am left agape
and stranded
forever.

kjyweafsdf

it seems

you took away

a lot more than

i had estimated.

now, as i look around 

i get a hint 

of the surrounding emptiness.

without the knowledge

of what it was that i have lost.

before i set out 

to gather the pieces

i will have to find out

what is it

that i am looking for.