Desolation aftershock. this is where they would film the next end of the world movie if they wanted concrete splinters on a triumphant bed of glass shards.
This is where landscapes crumble
This is where dreams get swallowed whole
This is where the bitter tango
This is where I say good-bye
the dossier of my discontent can be found mixed with sand and broken glass. you hope your bleeding feet will leave a trail, oblivious, as always, to the agenda of the ocean.
the ocean is flirting even though infinity peaked for me ages ago. the sand ressssures me this is not true and offers me a shovel to prove its point.
Indifference is heavy:
A blurry accolade,
A cavalcade of smashups,
A diaphanous wind,
A splendiferous aside.
On the side of the road
An unfiltered torrent of ruinous fumes smothered my course,
A welcome blindness.
hopelessness waits with assumptions. my discontent fronts with the threatening stance of a fighter looking for something to hit. you diffuse the threat with the vagueness of your recollections. and the moment becomes just another outline. yet again, i am out of filler.