Recursa Absurda
Straight lines, sepia
The suppression of unwanted thoughts
Like time spent in sensory deprivation
Time spent in a droning room
Under sterile light hums, practically drooling
The vacuum of most moments
As standard as cinder blocks
Punctuated by things so washed out, they'd pass as monochrome
Blobs moving by on the way to unimportancees
Stagnancy, cave drips, supermarket music, traffic
Grey meat, mushy greens, halfway through it sighs-
So I can get to the chair squeaking, the plate clanging
The soft plodding, then the mattress compressing
The sum total of all the overcast days, the green paddocks
The failing businesses, the mossy tin roofs
A library corner at recess
Drab, yellow eyelids, yellow teeth, yellow breath
Yawning, dozing, fidgeting, staring, tossing, turning
Exchange money for goods and services
Take out the bins
Go there then back
Take some pictures
Sit down
Stand up
Lie down.
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What is this, this hole at the end of time?
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This dot at the end of the line?
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Aromas in a room, faces formed now turned
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Gurgling down a sink, slipping through my hands
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Where is this place I am?
Where the music lilts softer than a breeze-
And I sway forever in reveries.
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Copyright ©
Tom Kelleher
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