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Spaghetti knots

sick summer

summer is sick

throwing up on itself

into fall

where the city burns

itself with the lights

of buildings and night

that look like stars

against the loneliness and dark

for like them

the buildings are empty

with no one around

and there is only one me

staring outward

hoping for someone

to notice me

and my light

that will soon turn off

as summer settles

into heavier clothes

that suffocate

and wear

*

i am alone

against myself

and somehow

still losing the battle

for it is 3 pm

and i am in bed

and i don’t mind much

and arguably

mind more

with the dreams

i’m waiting for

like a family dog

expecting his owner

to come home and

to come back

to him

so he can curl

in the owner’s hands

and make sure he is okay

for the dog is free

and doesn’t even have to go pee

anymore for he went inside the house

and the owner sees

and for a while after,

the dog doesn’t any longer

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