dark thoughts
& Kafka dreams
distort my
future,
my history
time floats
suspended,
is it ever
now?
walking down
shallow hallways
painted with grey
despair,
I listen to
‘roaches whispering
golden truths
at the trial
candles flicker
in & out of focus
as shadows dance
within the flame,
absurd promises
emanate from
morbid lips
& broken hearts
my fragile reality
drifts
toward
dark thoughts
& Kafka dreams
…again
Video
Notes
- An absurd poem that became more absurd (& squeamish) after re-reading The Metamorphosis – which was as wonderful as I recalled.
- Sweet dreams!
Written: July, 2019