Pop.

and so it's goodbye to the past 59 days of 2009,
filled with jokes of caterpillars high on weed
and rainbows with pink unicorns.
on a random note:
i need more sleep.

looks like a solo tonight.

descending,

i'm spinning.

konichiwa ninja.

"hi, i'm Marcus. and i would like a girlfriend from God."
hurhurhur.



listen, the song of night:
rushing tyres across the tarmac,
the distant sound of music blasting out from speakers,
the soft hum of air conditioners fanning out the heat,
crickets whistling,
laughter,
orders being shouted across from one end to the other,
the soft whispers of goodnights,
sighs of sweet nostalgia,
constant beeping of handphones; messages from home sweet home,
the rattle of metal bins,
a joke,
a call,
a shout,

and hidden songs of Hope.

tricked into morning;

familiarity;
with the cold breeze brushing against your hair,
hands buried in the depths of your pockets.
the green building, white stripes, grey road, icy blue of the wind.
a honk, footsteps, cling clang of a metal bin cover, a bird:
the yawn of an awakening town.
the scent of Body Shop aqua lily filling your nostrils,
uplifting spirits.
left, right, left,
and cross.


i miss days in Italy.

second star to the right-

do you know how it feels, to be so close to a memory?

you can hear its voices, smell its scent, feel its touch.

like a child, placing your ear against the ground,

keeping so silent you can hear the thud of book,

a drop of a pin,

a squeak of the chair,

an undercurrent of thoughts.

chasms of memories, like black holes,

a void of darkness, nothing, emotions,

just waiting

to suck

you

in.