And I answered:
To see and touch all that I forgot,
To remember the delta where
Immense waters rushed to
My memory's melodic forms.
To remember that ***** that
Broke my heart,
How I loved her,
Look at all the poems
I wrote for her!
To feel the livid wounds
Of everyone fester about
Like domesticated bipeds,
Watch them grow entangled
Beneath a shivering sun.
To read the crazy beautiful
Of other people's thoughts
And get in their heads without
Psychological babblings
And manipulation.
To watch the shadowless sun
Create a phantom city
In the concrete swarms,
To stretch every sense
Into the living moment.
To catch myself from splitting,
Or perhaps to split from myself
And call me crazy,
Laugh it off and cry
When I read it again.
To embody what I miss
With these fucken cell phones
And internet opinions
With elongated voices
Lonely, their kind of
Misery loves company after all.
Why the poem?
Ask yourself,
What else is there??
To Poetry.