The night I slept so bad

[Francis P. Irwin]

An intolerable grapefruit coffee morning
A motion picture four hours long
Not dragged out
But heavy
Hammering nails into the head

Without
Without
WITHOUT
Emptiness is also a sort of content
At least, that’s what they say
As well as darkness is a sort of light
And silence is a sort of talk
That’s what they say
Emptiness, Darkness, Silence
VACUUM
I don’t want to
PLEASE
I don’t want to
Wake up in the middle of a red desert
Boundless, horizonless,
Sinking into the hot sand
Neck-deep
Anymore
I’ve had enough
Just enough
For the Desert to scare the hell out of you
I don’t want to
No
I don’t want to fall asleep
Naked in the cold and rain
On a street where all the light bulbs
Have been crashed just the day before
Lying on the pavement, motionless, wrapped in scattered glass –
Cos that’s what it feels like.
Choking
Stumbling
Chain-smoking
Absent
Lost
Transparent
Bodyless
Catching on every slightest
Thinnest thread
Linked TO
Not to disappear
Into EmptinessDarknessSilence
Completely
BEFORE
Stupid
Ridiculous
Piling up the agony
For no particular REASON
Indulging the insanity
For no particular REASON
Breaking, dissolving into a thousand
Shreds, pieces, splinters
For NO particular REASON
The closest friend
Of my last days
The old pin-striped piece of cloth
With the particles OF
Spirit…
Hold it down.

@музыка: Stevie Wonder

@настроение: Stevie Wonder is still a God

@темы: a rush of blood to the head, словоиспражнения

Comments

[Октябрель]

эээ... Док?...
может, нам пора что-нить выпить вместе?...

[Francis P. Irwin]

думаю, это неплохая идея, Нях))

[Октябрель]

Francis P. Irwin
когда?

[Francis P. Irwin]

завтра вечеринка Лавра в блэк дор, не хочешь сходить?)
если нет, то можно в любом случае вечером до нее)

[Октябрель]

о. вечером поддерживаю. тогда созвонимся ещё