19 feb. 2009

Short Story About An Improbable Dream


This is an odd story about an improbable dream.
It is the story of a black peculiar cat who wanted to live in a train so it could smell the passengers all day. It is the story of the black bored cat who wanted to become part of the great big mistery of the travelling race, the human kind.
The black bold cat did not know that one has to plan its own catly actions before jumping in the big dark steel cage. The black hopeful cat wanted it all but forgot to decide the hows and the whens of living in a train.
So the black tired cat left its own comfy pillow for the cold impersonal train. And the black wishful cat bought a ticket. The black freakish cat was content.
The train started to move and the humans started to talk and the black wise cat was amazed about the stupidity of the human race.
The black angry cat began to doubt its own catly actions. The black listless cat regreted leaving it's own comfy pillow for the cold impersonal train. But most of all the black frustrated cat did not understand how humans can behave that way. The black resignated cat had some great expectations about the passengers' smells.
So the black disappointed cat had no plan. The black lonely cat got off at the next station going to live its solitary catish life as far as possible from the nonsense of the human kind.

11 feb. 2009

Sick



Sick.
Subtle tactic.
Betraying myself
I bow.
Standing in row
I applaud.
Too much noise,
We are your toys.
Proud
We are loud.
Lifeless light
Forgot to recite
Afraid I'll bite
And leave a mark
She'll see.
This is not me,
It's someone else's thought
Of what I ought
To do.
Leave you
Alone.
I go on.
High voltage on my brain
This is me going insane.
I dive
Survive
Still alive
Even if you deprive
Me.
Random.
Lost in a place
Following your trace
Again.
Erase
Me.
Do re mi.
Hearing little birdies die
How come you make me cry.
I can go on like this for a while.
Tactile.
Countless miles.
Forgot if it was good or bad.
I stop.

1 feb. 2009

Down


I understand.
You pretend.
I resent.
It's fun
To move on.
Raging lions
Want
To swallow
You up.
Down.
Don't frown.
She'll see there's something wrong.
Go along.
You understand.
I pretend.
You resent.
Do I repeat myself?
Do I repeat myself?
As she likes to say.
I obey.
Change my mind.
Find
My reasons not to do it
Lined up
Waiting for you
To prove me wrong.
You prove me right.
I want to fight.
Do you see?
Breaking their feathers
I'm stepping the borders
Of how to behave
In your urban society.
Be smart.
Let me start.
So you can say later on
'It's not my fault'.