Cleanse

November '2014

The darkness inside of me spills out like industrial waste.
it's grainy, slimy, creepy with a stench and dirty.
very very dirty.

I take out a spoonful of the slime, everyday
and become cleaner, everyday.
I bathe in the sunlight, everyday
and disinfect the germs, everyday.

I'm swimming through the mud
into clearer water, still,
into cleaner air, still
with spiral rainbows and spinning fishes,
with powdered surfaces and daffodil hills.

Clinical

13th Aug '10

Going going gone

Whatever remains, lie to it

And push that also away.

In the end it’s just me and me

Me with me.

Just me.

An air bubble floats still.

God know how it survived.

Will someone burst the bubble?

It makes me look back.

Faint thin black lines the nail beneath.

It’s dirt beneath my wings.

How can I fly?

In 2 3 4, out 2 3 4,

Breathe

Breathe

The end is not here still.