Submitted by Anonymous
i closed my eyes at twelve
woke up by an electroshock at one
dressed myself up with my eyes half-closed
pausing every once in awhile
to feel my heart.
it’s become a necessity –feeling my heart,
because nothing here is realer than this.
My heart’s in time.
Still in time.
i walked down the sleeping streets
underneath the quiet stars,
to start the day.
in a moment,
i’d be in somewhere else,
i’d be sharing little laughter and little talks;
i’d become one with the song
of the people and of the place I’d never come to know.
i’ve been haunted by Sappho
and of the lullabies of the tapping keyboards;
i’ve been drowning in the thirst
to be part of something else
that’d make this beat inside of me
and lost in time.
so i stopped and turned around,
found a new road where my girls and boys are waiting,
a new road where things aren’t the way
they are in the Internet;
i closed my eyes and listened to the mellifluous clangour
of the poems that saved me;
i listened and beheld four, sad flashes what my life has been:
innocence, bravado, and physics of suicide;
i beheld and felt my belly swollen with lighters;
i felt and swallowed a flame.
And now, I don’t exist in time,
not sure if it’s right
but who know what’s right?
It’s so good right here,
I’m flowing through the world’s shit