Oct 3, 2013

Self-conscious Suggestivism

A simple poem inspired by new David Lynch’s album
and nightmares disguised as dreams.
Conceived while crossing the pedestrian bridge
on a cold windy evening.

(Black as Latent Cannibalism)

Pink is for the ladies,
for the gents is blue,
the Tunnel seems to glitter,
while I am passing through.

Yellow’s for the girls,
for the boys is green,
don’t forget to pray for me
or I might eat your spleen.

Viole(n)t are shadows,
gray are putrid skies,
we will be together
once our reason dies.

Black is the beginning
and black are drops of rain,
I cannot find the exit,
so I must endure this pain.

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