Poetry | Stories | Photography
Floating across the world
lost in a travel daydream
Longing to touch the cold sea
to feel black sand on the shore
Standing outside of my old self
the freezing sea and the green
Losing myself to a life in the Alps
to feel the snow fall from a chalet
Floating away to any place
Wake up, shower, get ready, and leave for work.
Coffee.
Work.
Leave work, commute home, have dinner, think about free time, take a shower, and sleep.
One of the many is a functioning product.
One of the few is considered defective.
Where do the defective products go?
only nature moves
the segmentation of time
whispering your lie
you try to create more time
cheating yourself out of life
rain falling somewhere
the pressure of the workday
rolling in ice cream
fiery anarchist notions
a burning desire for change
new knees, strong bones
a youthful zeal for living life
feeling democracy fade
a candle, once a flame, burns
falling away from work
old knees, weak bones, tired
forgetting in the end
memories of what mattered
falling into the grave
the crinkling wrappers
cats meow in unison
an endless hunger
falling into a nightmare
reality overload
She left the laundry on the clothesline until 9 pm, giving herself an excuse to go outside and look up at the moon.
Standing there watching the sky.
The moon appears among clouds like the moon from her memory, evoking feelings of a new beginning or ending.
The mountains held my gaze
They called me about premonitions
things seen too often repeating
A vision of a sleeping dragon
watching and waiting for the time to arrive
A country waiting for the time
The dream doesn’t fade away
It haunts me as I move through the day
taken by intense exhaustion
unaware that sleep has arrived
the computer sits, forgotten
to be taken from the realm of time
one minute, the music is playing
and I can feel the love of my life in the house,
unaware that peace has taken me
too soon from you
a desire for colours on a canvas
squeezing paints into small & large holes
a smearing & mixing of images
chunky & smooth lashings
the insatiable desire to paint & to please herself
abandoning the delusions
clouds form within the roof
gushing & wriggling within different paints
becoming a masterpiece
C & K 