Where were you all…
… when I needed you?
the whole world stopped
at the inability to show me the necessary support
while I, too, fell into silence
made from the muted voices of the past
where, with no memories attached
I’m living my best of lives
free from worries and connections
building up unnecessary tension
rising to the roof
and swerving dangerously
between logs
from all the places I once loved
before I killed
lots of cockroaches
who followed the criminals’ inconspicuous instructions
but I, with one strong stray sweep
of my hand –
not skilled in that yet
and already prepared for the worst –
left them bleeding to death
and with gritted teeth
till
they can’t wait any longer
for the results
of working behind the scenes
in top gear
of urgency
not knowing where to start
or how to relax
always tense
long legs fidgeting
restless rigid ranks
*
the whole world is quiet today
all emergency services were dispatched
to distant places
to perform
a more sublime work of art
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originally published at https://medium.com
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Moon Desert
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BA in Cultural Studies
Crime Fiction: Love
Poetry: Friend
Psychology: Salvation
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