“Distortion”

Talking heads babble about the past.
They feast on disguised sorrow.
Meaningless yet they share.
Only they know their glory, the rest just smile and listen.

This show is one of a kind but not unique.
Hate borrows time in the corner.
Once money now is turned into nostalgia.
So much time Representative in flesh and bone.

Their spawns only share that denomination.
It is brute knowledge and eroded articulations.
We do not share more than the courtesy.
Their luck un-polluted, apparently.

The night is getting high, the curtains closing.
Ego and dumb chatter reins supreme.
Dumb mistakes talks about knowledge.
The irony is rich.

One bare footed, the other one is loud.
The laugh is his fix for every sentence.
I’ve seen this movie before.
The end is ambiguos.

I’m wishing for the pillow.
I thirst for the rest.
The ghost are in the end of the trail
Their train is about to depart.

Numbers in my head, putrid nerves in my chest.
The cloudy sky plays with my anticipation.
Make up, invisible but it’s there, deep wish.
Gray hairs suffer the heat, they are not mine.

My journey through the cosmos is in the first stage.
I would like to be a company for another ship.
Sadly it’s far away and time played against us.
The joke is on the time, the two ships will laugh in the end.

Originally written on December 21, 2017.