lundi, juillet 27, 2015

The lobster

An eye raised
Ears open to words whispered
Somewhere
Escaping in dreams
Half-hearted
He will
Imagine
Running
Road across the way
Pebbles underfoot
Just out of reach
Encompassed
By reality
Not  
Saccharine
Anodyne ( beside him, she asks "what's that"?)
Undigested platitudes
Of life half-lived.
But no
This is his destiny
To embrace the reflected and not the real
Arms dissolve into chains
Endearments into mist
No idealist he
No longer
Around him
The waters rise
They simmer.