She Who Roll the Drum

Only after you have left
Flying elsewhere I have forgotten to ask,
I wish I told you that—
You too look familiar to me.
Imprinting it to the back of my head
And search for a past-sign of acquaintance
Until those short lines of talks
Got shied and fainted away.
If I am to be in the same locus of awkwardness
Again, hope I am to do otherwise, differently.
Searching the distance where you were standing,
Maybe we'll just talk a little bit more next time.

current listening:

The BBC Sessions - Belle & Sebastian
Unreleased BBC bootleg: Seeing Other People

That Last Trip

Calvin packed all his love in a doubt,
Leaving all his paintings behind as tokens.
If you care for a slowdown
And decided to think about him
happily picking up land mines in Vietnam,
Limping, in whatever we might not want to know.

Bryan put his own trousers on fire,
Crowned with all his shimmering trophies.
Tonight is too hot for a slowdown,
He decided the end is the divider;
Where the other side is remained uncharted
Drive, the unknown worth to be discovered.

Judy shopped a basket full of potato chips
And all the beers of the dizzy light.
Praying for the surrounding to slowdown
In front of the holy altar of sacred flickers.
Her wrist bleeds a river of tears
Crimsoned that cool black remote control.

current listening:

I Love Your Glasses - Russian Red
Fav. Track: Just Like A Wall

Drag

It comes a rolling
As I look on, to investigate
My head on the floor.
Not much splatter around
As I can remember.
This odious subsist,
Dagger drawn from my dried heart
When pen has no use to paint
This toiling pain.
I was repeating being murdered
In a nightmare I refused to wake.

Alarmed

The wailing siren
Right before the day break,
A false alarm
The flying cat triggered?
Or a real panic
Again ravished the night?
Leaving another to bleed
Unstoppable,
And we'll look at each other
Despicable.
Everything ceased to move,
With its progress halted
When the news break,
With the sound of engine
Slash before the day break.

Alcoholic Anonymous part I

I mean, I am feeling grateful,
Finished The Long Way Down—
The book, like an achievement,
And it doesn't achieve shit
In the real world, in any way.

Tomorrow could be hell,
I think I should stop
Thinking if there is tomorrow,
Which is just two hours away.
I am picking up ex libris
Like embracing my old-flame.

SS2 where the stove has been burning
To fry somebody else's breakfast,
For someone who couldn't sleep—
Who were in their winter phase
And for someone who was still
trying to balance the caffeine intake.

I must have missed my social-poker night,
To toast and to lose some laugh
But then i would reckon,
I'll miss my books very much.

Dear Adversary

I wrote you a note, while listen to Tchaikovsky
While Nyx was in deep thought,
Through her exhausted drag.
Poised with wings, I kept the song unsung.
To tell, you are always on the list;
It would make you so proud –
"But who is Victor?" –I yelled at Latona.
All I have left to do, is to worship you,
bellowing down to earth–
Seeping your nectar.
Poised with wing, I hold your song unsung.