It was raining I stood at the intersection poetry romps in my heart like a little digimon the world seems outsize the city disciplined because of the rain transparent umbrellas in the lens of the live cam misty skyscrapers extendable streets picture of the past withered like a leaf on the bench the rain falls from somber sky and visits every part it is the countless stitches of time moving densely together mending the scattered cold and lonely little hearts.
I went against the grain by tightening the blinds turning off the lights the bedroom then became a bottle of ink filled with ink either black or blue lying in my bed like an undissolved bit the world is jet black i close my eyes and mouth so as not to choke on the darkness at this point the yearning becomes light and thin pale and faint and finally it faded like daylight the stranger I've come to be like.
I always feel where there are many people love can easily happen every meeting of eyes will touch the soul it makes you tremble on the day of Valentine's day the city is ecstatic and in a kind of turmoil the bars are full coffee shops are out of seats cheesy hotels are out of beds the night is charged with sensuality lovers embracing on a street corner moist lips inhaling cheap love the draft of it is bouquets of fake roses love codes sent out by cell phones illusory lovers on the network obsessively typing those exciting words tapping and clicking and fiddling with incredible flirtation love was initially innocent and lovely but then came the flowers the chocolates the money and power fairy tales and fables even a wolf can fall for a sheep love has changed its tone soul has changed its note lips have changed colors before the gold of the player the voice of some crooner is floating in the sound store the same cry is heard from thousands of hearts "Baby please come back to me" every minute and every second becomes a burning thirst middle aged lady on the last train carefully holding her gift holding with a certain devotion smile on the corner of her mouth seems to be telling a story of romance that has not grown old yet.
beetle like foetal shrink wrapped pebble peddling twig ticking limbs shrouded wings so sung into its sorcery jewel cracked meal like delicately delicacy if commuted to mouth however it is committed to the air strike veins and charge the tissue sprout the wings freed cupped caring breast beats on the air heavy beetle upright suspends carried with pendulum dignified flair a businessman of the sky till arrival with a mandible crown in place of a stiff bowler hat and limbs flung ready to greet or do battle
she said that i manage to reduce the nicest moments into their most negative aspects my eyes wandered as she spoke falling upon an extravagant burst of the sun's rays exploding through the rolls of pearly cloud colouring the sky with blooming petals of pinks and oranges haloed by yellows and creams a sight to marvel at perhaps but without the imperfection of that darkened shroud this light would not be mixed into such artistic palettes and the magnificence of the scene would go unnoticed
