the overexerted emotions of a deeply troubled young man on a demonized rollercoaster ride |
"Auburn" Where to start? How can one tell? When this rollercoaster is hell? its coasting me down through frosty pell-mell, a dramatic shock, enduring the experience, cosmic lightshow, butterscotch lipstick, swordfish dinner flipped on the floor, credits to the flippant clumsy waiter, the chef's malignant - ready to slay the indecisive at bay, the festered lady eyes the drunk waitress with disgust, the woman exclaims to the waitress: "get your act together you disgrace!" "You only work here cause the chef loves to ogle your body and your face!" all of these are blurred images, audible, lovely how they fly by,colorized triangle, the messenger arrives, who hands me a jagged letteropener, whispering lies in my ears, listening carefully, so careful not to bleed tears, the end is comical,the lady in black: fanatical there she sways, doing the tango, she smiles, her eyes bright red, the demon on rollerblades crashes by, what a dread the temptress by the lake, a scary wake, vanquished such memories to a disposed drape, like they never happened, an illusion, repulsive, unknowing, we are only what we are from our memories, looking at the autumn sky, watching auburn leaves, and everything is black, now i can sleep. |