WAITING for electric mouth to memorize
the places making strange faces moving
spaceless inside my empty basement
It’s the light
It’s the sound
Its all around
Me — sleepless making prayers to go
without blinking and darkness all around
(and strange faces)
Can’t hide from machine that keeps a world
crumbling so somedays playful writing words
wishing we won’t let it through
This is the day and sound
this is the night and tears
we all live — life & ground
comes the war machine of life
This night — that sound here comes the war
machine oh such a warm machine of life
it tears apart the wishes sometimes playful
but leaves us all alone in the end inside our minds
This is the night of midnight knives stabbing hearts
:here the ground and beneath dirt we finally realize
we wish to live life.
Its all around. All around.
:: 11.15.2021 ::
E.P. Robles | Poetry 