The obese trying to talk to you
apart from a medullae of sickness and courage
in your darker gayness the massive persuasion of "to be"
always there getting obsolete
your beautiful color
brush with the notion of stress and playfulness,
This is what I see
You standing in contradiction
against yourself
sad and compulsive
in small parts and contagious
apartheid the less and the wrong
always in concepts so little
beyond again and predetermined
only open to the falling of what you think it can be possible to fall
what about you ?
Where do you came from ?
This is what I see
the transaction shaking apart of the call
the neighbors getting ready for their longing vacation
and you lost
in the middle of something that is not yours
just the reminds of something you barely dream
a side the train the multitude
no body is riding the train !
This is what I see
the cracking of the cereal into the milk
and a bunch of
and a piece of
and a degree of
anything else just a thought,
This is what I see
your platform of negativity
getting crush by the pressure of your guilt
and the surrender of light
accordingly with the time we are at
you are dying
entity passing from used to misused
and more sadness
apart from your body a child that never meant anything
a clay figure storage and forgotten
way in the back of a track
breaking slowly like a memory being told by an stranger to another stranger before to say good bye,
I am looking really hard and I can't see no more
is there more ?
This is what I recall,
Me leaving right after the baker
like a piece of cake.
by The Shortfellow
New York City
12/12/14
