below your upper lip

: Feel disoriented 

floating on a lower layer cloud 

no that cloud but this cloud 

lots of air around my ears 

undiscovered but unraveling, 

approximate time :

: time zero

I am feeling my lungs but unable to feel my pupils 

Do you know what I mean ? yeah

Yeah thats right 

and is about that 

that particular moment when

when...

...

:

Zero

let me see 

have you try to pass your tongue...

I know ( smile ) 

that you have that kind of moment when...

you pass your tongue over your gums and scan slowly the entire tear of teeth below your upper lip and right behind ( smile ) 

() ...

...: (          )

your thinking is a sort of remorse or inquisitive decision 

I know 

( silence ) 

silence

silence

silence

a song about to happen and the lyricism 

of our tragedy. 

by The Shortfellow

New York City

27/01/16 

 

In the midst...

I always want to sleep facing the clouds

the sky 

towards the heaven

to type in dreams my goals and dream on 

again and again

I always want to face the window and initiate my flight against the odds freely

I always want to

fly accordingly and watch from above the top of a city 

I have been there and so I want to 

Yes 

so on and on and on

writing from my pedestal 

this intense letter that does not mean anything but speak 

and yet is silent like love in the lips of the desperate 

I am here witnessing the night 

almost becoming and almost vanishing 

I am in the middle of the storm 

the wind 

and I am witnessing the whistle 

tiny little sound between the legs of our existence announcing the beginning 

perhaps in another time the end

but still announcing 

leaning towards this wall I am 

nightly and right in a full male hunter I am

persuasive and quite I am

listening and calmly waiting I am

in a bed of harmony I am ready to destroy 

and in my own bed of darkness I am

ready to appease...

To You "in the midst of our time"

10/01/16

Low Behavior

Vertical self and the beginning of the mouse

the archetype of disillusion 

two hours 

a trip to an island and the name of my partner 

where and how 

the tremendous amount of guilt and the duty

everything lost on lust and you 

miles of walking and festivities 

a female shouting 

and 

another female voice chatting 

is not about been loud but about been clear

there is fog today and by the evening it will be gone 

this I know 

things where flying away and I am going back to rescue them from getting lost 

been gone does not mean been lost 

I am writing this again

and I will be back again 

and the course of the return is here 

is here in opposition of this language 

the virtue of the chameleon 

and with it the wish 

and I want to change but stay 

and I want to stay 

and I want 

and I want 

and I want 

desperate mode on my tongue 

my minor thinking and my latest primitive 

not even 

but low behavior 

and the call of a friend saying so

vertical self with a heaven 

and then the sake of psycho 

the drama galore pulverize and done 

there behind 

way back in the ancient trunk.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

10/01/16