Your Room

Behind your earlobe there was a birthmark that had the shape of palestine But they taught you in there that it was called israel In the hearth of your chest lied a heart full of vitriol Out of your choice they altered your pulse, degraded your work they treated your sixty beats as the clock ticking away sixty seconds They manifested you as a clockwork You sought the sabbath like a reaper sought the harvest All of your zest was sucked out To fuel their comedown machine with it They enforced you to live behind the doors To love a country that was never yours Ought to learn the rules of a game you loathe Ought to learn crescendo and decrescendo , both On a monday , i peered through my window and found you burning your paintings , your art The art that made me fall for you like the snow fell on everest , didnt they teach you that too? Snow fell on the havocked cielings of the kids of indochina too ,yet you never knew The next week you were hypnotised by your mother's gramaphone's blues Immobilized in your second prison awaiting divine intervention or cues On wednesday clamor rose in your cell and into your cells Both of your parents , ignited coals but luckily cathedral bells Covered your yelps I saw you from a nigh distance As the one between helsinki and tallin you knew from the geography book you were blandly eyeing You had a globe but your thoughts were never airborne You had a soul but you deemed it way fainter than the infamous coals you stared at Thursday morning i resumed my ritual but you changed your entire course , mine aswell Your books towered beneath your feet Which hung limply in the air Your birthmark was covered with the noose you tied around your head The geography book became your execution platform The thing was , i had the exact same book And im about to ensue you but first let me burn my poems.