sadness

a melancholy #4

~ dertalmid ~ 2 Comments

inspired by Nick Cave

I take off my headphones
and Rakhmaninov sinks,
vacating some room for monotonous buzz.

(a fan is blowing dead air at my face.)
dead, because it’s missing you.

I put my glasses away,
on my desk,
near a fresh drop of tea on its surface.

I’m tired.

Tired of seeking The Truth,
(seeking you!)
between lines of code,
radio waves
and infinite loops
of daily news.

(massaging my forehead and eyes)
and again, thinking of you.

No, you didn’t call.
No, I didn’t forget how you look, —
I simply never knew.

Another moment lost, while I’m longing for you.

and another went into the abyss, —
lacking a meaning of you.

Where have you been all these years
while I was nourishing blues?

a murmuration

~ dertalmid ~ 2 Comments

enough said.

there is no need to hold my hands in yours, —
they don’t radiate any heat anymore;
and love of your fingers has leaked to the soil
while love of your heart denied the toil.

enough said.

time to reattach the wings.
the attic of your memories is full of eggshells
and dry feces,
nevertheless the nest was always empty.

enough said.

our words have turned into the countless birds.
countless birds into the chaotic flocks.
flocks, — heading North.
they don’t care about those who have fallen asleep.

I’m not your fire-bird,
not even a singing canary,
you’re not my golden cage,
not any longer.

time to reattach the wings.
the Big Flood is coming.

enough said.

decampment

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Midas hands, steering wheel
radio playing endless foxtrot.

the dog bobblehead in the acid trip
is headbanging without missing a beat.

the desert mirage, lack of sleep
desolate heart, unoccupied back seat.

going in circles, warren, adrift
misplaced memories, unrevealed candor.

illusion of touch, artificial gold
rust and dust, – two Harpies are circling aloft.

veer, zeitnot, deceitful pothole
arrhythmic heartbeat, stench of pity, naught.

unfolding night sky, in a jiff
dismay, worn out mind, vacant lot.