I pick a card.
It’s the jack of hearts
A red curve
starts beside a black and white grin
Staring back at me
Flipped
It’s the same thing.

Another drifts into view
It’s spades
2
Piercing points
Perfectly placed
One up
One down
On its side two eyes
They cut
They shout
Staring back at me
Flipped
It’s the same thing.

It’s diamonds
8
Wait
Black stars on a white sky
A time I wish I knew
Passing me by
Why?
I wave upward
Cry
They stare back at me
But flipped
Are the same thing.

One
Two
The third
Disturbed
One club
Stares up
Distorted
Unnerved
Staring back at me
Flipped
The story’s told differently

Hold me down
Pull me
Grab my hair
Rip it out and throw me to the ground
Fists held in stasis
Slow
Timeless
Viscous
Weightless
Connect with soft faces
I remember it passing me by in silence
Like an old black and white movie
Flashes of stills
Each a captured moment
frozen
BANG
That’s what sound sounds like to silence
Loud red der loud der louder.
The sound of stillness speaking up. Speeding up.
Black and white becomes colour and I’m left with a taste of red on my lips red dripping on your hands red the passion you have to hurt red like a leaf red under a magnifying glass red staring at a specimen red see red sea red she’s red me red peace of red red der redder redderederederederederederederredred dred.
Loudereder loudredred
Loud. Red. Dred.

Drifting Time
That’s what this feeling is
I look out at a sky and there’s nothing but
Peace.
A darkness
An empty silence that stalks the walls of minds.
Kindness.
Sorrow with a flick. Hint of melancholia
The colour of shying sincerity
Gliding with a gentle stroke
The wrist
Honesty that spoke the test
of drifting.
That’s what this feeling
Is.
Time that I thought was mine, held,
Is there for the rest of the world.
You and me alike.
And that’s ok.
It’s fine.
I’m fine.
Finite.
You and I
Drifting through Space and Time