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by [emilian ]

2010-03-16  |     | 

you wake up at night and you think you're an actor
in a sci fi movie
through the thin curtain you see the same damn neon
before you wake up for good
you have the feeling that the air is on fire
you carry the pillow on your back like a young soldier which you promised
to take home in one piece

you fall into a sleep that ends up hurting you
in your dreams you walk around st. james park
the lake water caresses the flagstones on the alleys
there's something tender in that ripple
you tell yourself that's the way you'd touch a woman

you wake up in the morning and you don't know if you
or the company you work for
entered into insolvency
you go down carefully on the stairs
so you won't slip on the frozen sandstone
oh how you'd want to be atreyu and save fantasia
from sadness

but you don't have an auryn just a plastic bag
which you throw in the garbage a bag full of dead flowers
which your mother got from her pupils
you begin to forget the important things
you don't remember if you locked the door when you left
instead you remember other trifles
the dizzy women's breasts through casharlton

you stop for a moment
since it became important to lock the door when you leave
you try to identify the historical moment or the first man that used the key
you find yourself humming "your enemy is sleeping
and his woman is free"

and just like that artax died of sadness
drowning himself in the asphalt marsh
a passat went over him with zen as a license number
you imagine a monk that levitates
you feel weird vibrations
across the street started the restoration works
on the block that's under first degree seismic risk

good afternoon principal how are you what's new
i heard that the ministry will endow with pagers
the emergency center
your mind runs at a plastic bag and dead flowers
without knowing it you hum "well i see you there with the rose
in your teeth"

on the luton airport a student is panicking
she can't find her luggage
and in 10 minutes she has a flight to glasgow

she sent her regards

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