You will keep me
buzzing erratically
until you become a series
of blips in my brain.
Abstract colour swatches
in the fabric of my
emotional existence.
Musically evoked memories
melting into my rhythm
until your song is over.
Meanwhile I paint
A chaotic life.
To defy you, I run.
Smoke a cigarette.
Take a drink.
Write it out.
Stumble into venues,
where strange arms
encircle my waist.
Then I black it out,
rewrite the truth.
I become the glamorisation
of everything one shouldn’t do.
Ironically, not unlike you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Ah! The story of my younger years played out in your perfectly described poem! Feels as if you just watched a film of my younger self and sat down and started writing! Scary but now a definite must for my list of favorites so I can pull up and remember what once was. Even if not always particularly fond memories!