poetry = nonsense
nonsense = meaninglessness
meaninglessness = void
void = nothingness
nothingness = spirit

THX... 113..
32% chance, someone said that I should see her again she put a bandaid on my hand I had hurt myself she kept the bandaid in a special little pocket, on her suit she only had one I held her a long time until she needed to go to the bathroom she never came back perhaps she left through the other door. I waited outside until it was clear she was no longer there I looked for her walking through the train from car to car forwards and backwards but I could hardly see my eyes so bleary from lack of sleep perhaps she got off the train I never asked her number nor would it have mattered none of us know each other across time I forgot her face but I kept looking I got off the train every once in a while it stops many people get off others enter I walked the mountains in long files, of others we walked without direction days and days sometimes until the edge of some cliff where it was no longer possible to walk some of the people try to climb down I'm not sure why and fall into the ocean, or die on the rocks nobody cares. it just happens we all keep walking 13-I-2014
Copyright © 2011 Erick Calder
All Rights Reserved
« prev | index | next »