Event 5
my car is parked there
like a silver brick on the asphalt
here at the top of the street
the gargoyles of the building know me
they know that at night I smoke
in the dark corners of the patio
biting nails counting bricks avoiding stepping on ants
while levitating over the lawn
It's been several days since I freaked out
and the spiral is swallowing me
I no longer understand constellations very well
I feel lost when I look at the spines of books
who could help me
or when I insist on looking for my old clothes
in boxes scattered around the dark apartment
as you struggle between mundane commitments
buying powdered food and taking quick showers
to wash away the dirt of a world that misbehaves
and spews poison on the news that I avoid.
Copyright © Marco Chies | Year Posted 2022
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