When space is silence…

Words, sounds, and space…


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**Psychedelic anticipation

Intermittent blue-brightness
  Unsteady sparkles
*  *  *  Fluorescent flashes   *  *

Insomniac Amelia pretends to sleep

Blaring lines propagate inside closed eyelids
Dizzying roller-coaster glow-rides

Amelia deep-dives in psychedelic night

Gleaming clock-light marks minutes
      with brassband effusion

Confusion      *     Distortion
   Moody hallucinations

Exhausted, Amelia decides to STOP
*    *  Electric spirals fight her desires
Amelia imposes a waltz dance
  *     A rainbow-on-acid offers a ride

Amelia thinks of dawn

Monettian smoothness

Satie-an soft-piano      fades  away

Amelia sleeps…


_____Adriana Citlali
XXXI-I-MMXVII

dVerse Poets Pub –today’s word is dawn.


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Grabbed by the roller coaster

How do you price a roller coaster ride?
By its spontaneity or by its resistance?

There was music before the free ride into memories
into confusion
speed and doubt
There was a smile too      perhaps

How do you price a smile?
By its size, duration or its inherent pain?

There is a floor somewhere underneath her feet
She can’t reach it
Gravity does not work
The floor keeps moving    a w  a   y

How do you price the expression of true feelings?
By its absence or by its presence?

There are gentle words
made of struggle and broken dreams
There are soft sentences
composed of reality fragments

How do you price a tear?
By its smoothness or by its beauty?

There is a smile that was a tear
or a forced smile and two tears
pain  and  beauty
absence or speed


_____Adriana Citlali
IX-IV-MMXIV