last tuesday

nevermind
what time of the day it is
what weather it is
throbbing through walls of perception


you and i are getting older


and what is that
if not a little bit of dust on a little china doll
inside the little cabinet where i hid my soul
a little bit of coffee spilled
on a little bit of white cloth
owned by a little man with an odd glare
who owns so many other things that he would never care
not even a little bit


a little bit of soup in my spaghetti
please,
to make it taste like nothing.
i love the taste of nothing,
not just in my food.

poetry mash-up

in an obscene attempt to make me more aware of time
my watch started ticking louder, even in the street
my watch has no tact, just tick.


but there will be time, there will be time
to prepare a face to meet the faces that you meet
time for you and time for me,
and for a hundred visions and revisions,
before the taking of a toast and tea.


(thank you, t.s., you're so full of whimsy)

non sequitur

this idea that hit me today about how the right, almost gourmet, mix of media consumption can make you feel extremely happy/content/excited/thrilled to be alone (without any potential perils of feeling lonely) is doomed. 

if you agree because you got the point (which is unlikely as i'll only make it later on), we won't talk about it, as of course i am in the highest stage of my alone happiness, unaccompanied by loneliness. 

if you agree but didn't get the point we still won't talk about it, and most likely we won't talk about any other things, as well.

if you disagree without being cynical, it makes you cynical, as you then agree to the initial premise, that according to which some books, movies, tunes etc in the right combination can give you an intellectual high that makes you feel happy without anyone around you. not even people you love having around, madly. and if self-sufficiency isn't a sign of cynicism, then it is a sign of twatness.

if you disagree just because you're cynical, it makes little difference to me, and probably even less to you. 

so qed, it is doomed. where doomed refers to the non existence of any favorable situation. where do i stand? i'm cellophane. that's a word i'd like to use from now on for semi-cynical, self-contented girls or boys who would rate spending time alone among their top 2 favorite activities. 

but it's temporary.

like achilles. 

ok, or like watermelon.