Monthly Archives: March 2015

Absentia: Three.

A modern dilemma
You blankly stare
a halted scroll
pretend that your disbelief is suspended
but it will be a punch in your gut
and it will travel upwards
and you will choke.
You blankly stare
you know what is there
you know – you feel invisible
you feel you’re not there anymore
you suddenly feel empty
hollowed out – your own voice
ringing inside your head
no, not even that – it’s dead silent,
and you are harrowed.
But, but, it was nothing serious
she, he and she, those three
she was just showing affection
he was just having a quality time
it was just a birthday she was attending.
and it was all public.
but you weren’t there
at any of the places.
You are forgotten
invisible.

Absentia: Two.

Maybe being forgotten
being buried away
in the interstices of time
has its own crooked beauty
awaiting a moment of poignant nostalgia
of discovery when it eventually comes
a face erupting with a smileĀ of recognition.
I’d like to be buried away
in the pages of space and time
and then be revived
years later. Dead in India,
Reborn in Bolivia, Papua New Guinea,
Jamaica.

Absentia: One.

I do not wish to sway
to the tune of the incoming flood
and oh, the flood
is right on the brink
the swathes of memory
the swerves of infinite empty existence
the fear of being submerged
and being invisible
I do not wish to relinquish myself
to be rooted out
– like a weed.
I must escape, and disappear
into the city alleyways,
garbage bins, brothels,
wherever it is safe,
the flood waits at the horizon
at sunset.