Tuesday 5 April 2011

I watch him watching me. My watching is this sly, furtive thing. His watching has complete faith in human invisibility.
I can see you so much
Everything here wears a filter of sick grey, especially the yellow walls of my room:
("Look, your very own room.")
But some things glow, and they stare at me like I can't see them.
"Idiot" I snort. I can't believe my luck.
Posted by at

2 comments:

  1. Lou_is5 April 2011 at 16:47

    I can see you so much. It feels like, u know, i feel it now like it's addressed to me. Probably not, i'm just saying that I feel like i've let you down in some very important way.

    As every other time, your words are poetry, a beautiful enigma.

    Forgive me.

    ReplyDelete
  2. Changeling19 April 2011 at 16:18

    it's not like that

    ReplyDelete

Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom)