Wednesday, 1 July 2009

Poem : June 25th, digesting a takeaway, contemplating existence.

I want to relieve my existence

through a telescope of 

parallel time

and space rewound

I want to suffocate my thoughts

with whirling bubble bath trees

in a mountainous

foreign landscape

I want to run through 

a clothes strewn canopy

where light is dimmed

and feet are wet

I want to speak french with you 

surrounded by porcelain walls

of half filled coffee cups

floating on mold

I want to cover myself

in your synapses

and roll in

hot chocolate neurons

I want to slide down

the silver edge of a chinese takeaway

to make our lives beautiful

and not realistic

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