Nothing Spectacular Poem by Rozmanshah Abdullah

I used to think and sing that there is no future to dream about
Let's go down to the lake
there's nothing to...
begin again at the edge of a square
walk it through over its physical space
Words are spreading out
come again? Nothing spectacular
just the ordinary simple yelling
Falsetto whining
drum beat in accord with the tambourine shake
Decline, saying no repeatedly with distorted face
No sounds like know
staring nothing
I will paint my own life
at the distant corner of my right hand
Yellow baby, gawking eyes wondering for some comfort
This heart, too many holes and patches
waiting for the alarm clock to run out of batteries
Ruptures of volcanoes ensuring the deadly work
no more tears no more hearfelt sadness, please please.