March 04, 2010

My world

little voices in my head
squeak to grab attention
from the noises in my earphone
chewing noises
anklet sounds
wind whisking by
birds chattering on a balmy noon.

idle dreams fly by my head
in circles and triangles
and vaguely sometimes
in squares too
mocking at the meaning
i try to draw from those shapes
telling me they are after all
just dreams

i swat them hard
with the micronet of thought
swok swok swok
they die their dreamy death
into oblivion
their firefly existence
drowned by the power torch
of my willpower.

haywire the thought-web spins
from potatoes to placebos
jangris to gazebos
armchairs to Computers for Dummies.


the strength of my selfhood

buzzing sounds
of high voltage ideas
striking with intensity
a singed smell
the birth of thought.

swimming colours
floating figures
nursery rhymes
lyrics of forgotten songs
embers of dead fires
cyclonic storm raging within

trippy, the world i make for myself
a lego block world
with doctor sets and barbie dolls
G.I.Joes and mosquito net houses
fake mousch-es and wigs from thread
sock dresses and paper boats
imaginary friends and real enemies
office-office and fake responsibilities
card games and bus ticket currencies.

i move the coins
my will and wish
my fingers point inwards
at myself
when castles break
clothes rip
paper boats get soggy in the water tub stream.

i still have my rose tinted glasses
cracking from the sides
as time beats it down with its hammer

someday this glass shall be made into powder
and i know i'll store them
in a photo roll can
and wait for my miracle maker
to come up with a formula
to resurrect my cool rose shades
to wear them once again.

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Maira Gall