C & K

In Life, In Death

in life, you sit alone
acquaintances, two friends
tears of loneliness

in death, crowds mourn
a moving elegy from whom?
fighting over caviar

a bee sits on the tip of a black hat
The hat sits on the head of a person
and the person is considered selcouth

a bee has nothing to do with the hat
The hat isn’t connected to the person
and yet the person remains unique, odd

Lost in the deep fog
echolalia sets in
Where is the toilet?

the grip of it all
she felt the rush of blood
blurring the spaces
disintegrating dreams
the burn of karma

a hanging grey sky
peaceful and alone in bed
a book nirvana

grey sky, falling leaves
rain swept sentimental day
grey thoughts remain still
listening to the winding
additional cup for you

Petrichor dreaming
a conversation with you
Ghost on my shoulder

Fall intensifies
Watching and scrolling all day
Forgotten website
A big blue button says, “Press”.
A laughing Jeanie appears.

the days grow shorter
we’ll be there on the weekend
free to dream our dreams

a longing for home
we return to our childhood
rose coloured glasses
artificial memories
a longing for something else