loudspeakers laughing as the electricity is cut off
and the door to be thrust away from its hinges
to allow a wisp of the wind to course through, and
warm the already sticking skin, bewildered with
tears coursing down (I am drowning, in puddles of
sweat and noise and dust, this confusing love)
.
beep– beep– beep: I mimic the vehicles, I
can be a ventriloquist, or better a mime
copying actions in a frenzy of seconds to
sew myself away from boredom that which would
eventually turn the story upside down, how fun
to read words not meant for you, it is juicy
like the gossip among the clouds who are
on a strike against relief, against mercy
.
I am a hunchback, a monkey(a ta(i)l(e) is missing)
perusing the benefits of food and drink,
to shoo away the flies of action, ants of
angular articulations,
.
let me rise… up, up, up,
let me be with the space, that ceiling
which we gawk at from the land, so to loot
some respite from this heat burning within me
and out, shriveling the aspects of this day
I have yet to explore… all these days
I have yet to explore…
.
HA's Place 
