when I learned to recognise different kinds of light
something has changed inside
weird became familiar
when he said
that me and them
it will never work
like black and white will always be opposites
like cold and hot, tiny and huge
incompatible personalities, I suppose
nothing stays the same
while I concede to my own dark shade compared
to others flashing their lights
inner or outer from their motorcycles and cars
it’s like gliding through the air
between rain spells
stifle midway
my dreams are
when my writing powers turned against me
I never thought this could ever happen to me
I’m betting against the market
since I’ve exhausted all my resources
I’ll look far for them then
where no one dared to gaze
up to a hundred miles apart
from the original source
but who cares where the support lies
the most paramount thing is that it works
bare of bushes and shrubs
unlocked from the main drastic scene
and heading towards the light
the one that never dies
*
October – November 2022
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Mescaline Brisset
if it doesn't come bursting out of you
in spite of everything,
don't do it.
unless it comes unasked out of your
heart and your mind and your mouth
and your gut,
don't do it.
so you want to be a writer? – Charles Bukowski
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