#70 (withered love notes)

he had created a nest

out of books

and old dishes

built a cocoon

from theories and figures

feverishly scribbling down

other people’s ideas

searching for oases of joy

in the desert

of academic seclusion



sometimes

his lover

came knocking

peeking over

the paper walls

writing love notes

and pinning them

to the barriers

of this self-chosen prison

just to see them wither

like the last flowers of fall


 

he  writes for his life

writes for his freedom to

escape the solitude

of syllables

 typing

and typing

hacking at theories

like a mad woodpecker

picks at bark beetles

seven days

to tear down the walls

and drink the real world

again



For F. – I love you with all I have!

*28th November 2016

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s