Monday, September 08, 2008

Cut Up Dead Dolls

Denote change. Incapabilities. Destroy the window of the past. Keep looking through the looking glass. Multiple facets emerge. Dreams slowly destroy this humanity. All life spills out on a TV screen. Looking for a minute to change your mind. It's all anyone ever tries to do. Keep this protection so that it softens the blow.

Numb in neutral. Question the answer that was given. Almost like a child. You never forced me. I was just happy to be considered. Take the picture. Photograph these surroundings. Like cut up dead dolls. Do you understand my point of view? Where's the flame that leads to a fire? No smoke without water.

Automatic precision guard. Are you human? What existence is detrimental and who takes charge? How's the weather keeping? My words keep repeating on a loop. I'm supposed to care. That's what these words are supposed to do. An intolerant fascination. You give a blow by blow account in total silence.

Do you still look back? Are your emotions all dried up just like mine? Should we just cease to communicate? Not that anyone ever communicates. It's a rather good illusion. Who was the magician that night as I've forgotten his name? I always thought of you as a comedian. Never fail to make me laugh.

Where's your spine? Did I damage it, like everything else? I'm sorry I haven't disappeared yet like The Invisible Man. Takes too long to wipe out memory. And you were the sweeter of the two. If I could, would you come home with me? Just to kill me all over again? That really would be the sweetest thing you'd ever done for me.

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