yes, total stranger, i resorted to attempting
telepathy two nights ago, when the silence
was cutting, unforgiving, threatening to
plunge my mind into insanity before long.
so i thought, a week and a half ago,
(when i was the naive me) that only one
short sharp polyphonic ear-splintering cry
would be sufficient and the rain could fall
in peace again. in peace.
but then TWO polyphonic cries echoed into
the lamenting silence and i could see
the banana yellow light shining off my face
into the deep blackness of the museum.
finally the air around me was hugging me
instead of biting and scratching. and then,
as suddenly as it had started, silence
grinned maliciously and clung to every. little.
particle. so i just hung onto the tiny bubble of
hope that i mysteriously always seem to own, though
i am sure my innocence is in jeopardy and it will
all be murdered. pity. so you left me in
a torturing emptiness that jangled my nerves
and tore apart my paper mind, even more
effectively than i could do myself.
so now musk pink lipstick beckons like never
before. and short black coffee mascara draws
a halo around itself so although the prospect's looking
bleak, it can be concealed and disguised convincingly.
written: friday 23rd april 2004, 9:12pm.