Absence

the precise moment. actions and words and thoughts. all present in the same moment. but as usual, all incoherent. one momentary lack of concentration and then the effect is prominent. not always, but sometimes. drops of blood trickle as you play with the knife, points lost. a pinch too much of salt, ecstasy lost. punctuations misplaced, the song is left undone. chocolate, coffee and cigarettes, off-white; the light dimmed. scarf around the face, warm breath and vision blurred. no brakes, soles burnt. a sick and twisted mind, yes. my hands are on the keyboard. my mind is on something, my eyes are on everything and i know, eventually, the spirit always dies away. forgiveness i ask, from no one but myself :)