talking to myself
has always come
easy, as none
of you will
ever
come close
to knowing
the heart of
the matter.
as the seconds,
minutes,
days and hours,
months, years
and decades
pretend to
meander by
(their tired
motion backdrops
painfully
obvious)
the mutterings
grow louder,
calling out
from my lips
with
careless
crescendoes
which flee fast
to bounce
and to echo
off the walls
i have built.
surrounded
am i,
within the
citadel of
sound
and sarcasm;
insulated to
death;
growing colder
by
the faux
second, minute,
hour, day, year
decade of
decay and
decadence.
and, finally,
assured of
my ascent
into an
auspicious
heaven of
self-talkers.
maille? it’s been forever and a day… bme? remember? it would be cool to hear from you again; if you feel funky, drop me a note?!? hope you’re doing perfectly great. lots of love from austria…
I am, in fact, doing perfectly great. What’s the news from Austria these days… or these past ten years?