|Phone Wires in Graves|
Waiting for a phone call
Hoarding memories surrounding
A nest of sorrow
She's deep asleep
... I watch her...
dreaming dreams of happy times but gone...
Busy walls with mounted smiles
A mute TV screen displaying a tragic comedy
Curtains shielding tears
Three phone devices that do not ring...
I must go back to my reality
I cry, she cries...
Our phones do not even sound busy...
Invisible wires of the soul crash in memories...
Missing the Ocean of my Dreams
Got hooked on the Ephemeral Enigma...
Created was my own Universe in a man-made container
...Round but, Oh!... so Narrow...
My sooner or later corpse will become blue.
or Black and blue...???
I rinse my brain with blue play-on-words
just to forget the Reality of seagulls dying in the sunset
prelude to the unavoidable fetal position...of Mortal Nakedness
San Diego / Ian.
by Iolanda Scripca 1/10/2013