- Vol. 05
- Chapter 03
It’s all Blue
White walls never made me human and walnuts cracked alien beings So I sniffed the resilience of dorky dust that located itself softly on my yellow desk there I saw and met the porcelain face of the moon, with holes and inundating faces of cracks I ate my red breakfast and burned my face with crackers to solemn the leftovers of delusions. Hush, hush...Say no more. Psychopaths and Rapists always cling these ceilings like a green tornado, eating my arms and borrowing my used nail-cutters Thumping the cliffs of forlorn ankles, I eat my penumbra hoax of crocodile waters Often, I swim into the pool of bastard mockery of you.
I swim and swim like floating oxygen, choking your pharynx and like a whistle of the old vintage pressure cooker, I disappear. An atom. A molecule.
I know I am still surviving somewhere in the lost woods or like a mayhem in the darkness of your crooked voice Somewhere amidst those telephonic calls, in the colours of agony and remembrance somewhere in the chants of the holy 'Geeta'. A vexation. A loop of hope. I am still a colour if you must know slowly and softly I shall whisper my name in this dirt of your vixen eyes too.
For you must know I am growing and itching each day the back of my head producing a new colour now.