When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


Gothic times

Manipulative sadness  
      vivacious master of the grievance we wont damage
      casual echo
of a sassy duple in a resonant fugue

A night-spread lavishly disturbing us

Short  sparks  of vibrant violet light
single vision fighting a vacuous exchange
of psychedelic music

A sky slathered with sumptuous darkness

 Oscillatory feelings
  jazzy  beats
stark dialogue

Gothic times approaching



_____Adriana Citlali

Wordle 126


I remember why

Nonsense to my ears
strange tastes
   weird   moments
and a couple of smiles
marking the very beginning
and the final good-bye

A visit worth ending …

I’m in the middle of this
in the height of the senseless moments
and the zenith of being told (albeit without words)
that is best if I pretend to disappear

I wonder why I am here
how        I manage to forget
       the dynamics of this foreign cold gang

But       do I really forget?
Or do I just pretend I do?

When will this end?

My ignore-them will is at max
Not enough!

Maybe I should add noise
the sound of a gun killing my eagerness to walk out the door
or a bomb with evanescent smoke and vanishing powders

The end is coming
It is a cup of coffee away
                 dark coffee

I need to prepare the smile


_____Adriana Citlali