Sunday, 9 October 2011

Blank


Dried up coffee cup
Sitting lazily by my side,
Mind filtered down
Like its dregs.
Glaring screen screams silence
In the dark abyss of serenity.
Ashes lie fluttering in soft fan-speed
As a single cigarette glows glumly
Almost burning out.
Glinting pupils endlessly eye
The blankness of white.
Do words have to form?
Can’t they wither out and curl into ashes?
Glimmering black ink,
Like the sharp edges of a diamond
Cut through the page
Irreverently.
Dried up brain-bowl
Lost in tranquillity.