THE LOST TAPES Vol.39

calliope retailer now
hating her job
infinite bad mood
caution case
plastic face
pourquoi s’habiller en pute? 

bad pay from life
for all the efforts required
working woman
heartful maiden
laid in class and grace
in poor manor, poor family
working for medication and food 

never lost, never had
will die in gray
no marriage to save
to live in cold hell
and to exist as number
[is to hate yourself truly] 

***

beautiful eyes has
the blonde girl at the bus stop
low-key kinda shy 

***

“she’s from the devil”, said the old man behind me as the car passed by a tomboy girl.

***

have it right for all the rest
complete path, visible
marked down goals
I know what to do in college 

***

two japanese persons
mom and daughter
speak in their first language
and laugh happily
on the way back home 

***

He was kissing his sister
In front of the guy that was kissing her before
There was a heated argument
And I was not interested 

***

I don’t know myself, all I know is that I really need a therapist right now

***

death
perpetrator 

***

sometimes
when it’s dark and cold outside
I sneak out and run around the neighborhood
playing all the doorbells I can find
and then hide, lift up an ear
someone, somewhere, is having a terrible night 

I don’t laugh at their expense
the feeling inside stings
and I cry when they scream
in despair, I’d jump in front of a train
—if there was ever a train nearby—
but resort to only biting the nails off my fingers 

run uphill after an hour
sneak back in, draw a new bloody cross
eat some crackers for dinner
and go to sleep under sunlight

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