miercuri, 21 ianuarie 2015

There's this man I know

There's this man I know
He lives downstairs
He asks me Who I Am every time he sees me entering the building
But he smiles like he recognizes
the past

And he is always surprised
Am I really who I pretend to be

Who Am I

I tell him again, being a bit insecure
I'm not sure if he really doesn't remember anything

That's so neat, you are so young and talented, he says
He says that every time
He doesn't know me at all

Now he doesn't get out as much

I've heard he's lost his appetite
I'm not sure if it's because his memory fails him
or he just doesn't like the food anymore

Sometimes, if you're not afraid to look into his eyes
You can see someone else
watching you

vineri, 16 ianuarie 2015

marți, 13 ianuarie 2015

Face 1.02

the other day,
a lady offered me a bit of immortality
she was convinced I needed that.
I wasn't.

at first she made me feel I have a problem
I have to want to be extraordinary.
So I said I did want to.

that was true, indeed.

until money got in the way
and some pills that are supposed to make you,
exactly, extraordinary.

sharp teeth are well hidden...