lapidary lachrymose
white walls blinding, shining
guiding lonely wanderers slinking
to the lonesome grounds of lingering
my own walls of infraction
an insubstantial protection
mere boredom, sheer insanity
a healing hand to lay on me
and mend anemic self-pity
a starving introjection
these white walls of infraction
a helpless pondering mind
and tangled memories, unkind
trap the thinker from behind
a lattice work of dissipated aspirations
these irrational introspective illuminations
cognition is whispering before my eyes
while I hear seashells rattling, nonetheless
like I wasn´t me, like it wasn´me, for ages
these are just walls that keep me thin
but still, from inside out and outside in
I want your smile back on my skin
(for adrian)
July 18th, 2009 at 04:00
yeah, like a lapidary lachrymose
you got it…