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Clothes are not important any more

 
[font=Lucida Sans Unicode,Lucida Grande]The morning is my childhood, my brightest toy,  
I cry, I laugh, and I meet my mom and my dad  
they give me a name, a hug and a slap.  
 
The noon is coming with my coming of age  
and I start my manifest  
choosing the green from the meat.  
I play with boys, I play with girls  
I feel I am the freedom in the cage of the world.  
 
When the afternoon comes I already have a past  
I am trapped, I need to escape from it  
I do meditation, I read a thousand books,  
I listen to the music and play guitar  
I write poems and go to church.  
 
I feel ready for the night, my last point of view,  
people think I’m wise, having white hair and a beard,  
I’m just staying naked doing nothing  
I’m just doing nothing feeling naked  
I just feel nothing, being naked  
I just feel naked, being nothing.  
 
Clothes are not important any more  
finally I have no fear of the people  
no fear of the night and its lonely moon  
it’s just me naked between the floor of life  
and the ceiling of death.  
 
The only window in here is my memories  
I choose to spend my last impulse  
close to my past, near to my future view.  
 
I look at my feet and I feel the rocks  
the rocks I once stepped on  
and it was then, when I realized that I needed shoes,  
they now fade away, away from my kissing desire.  
 
I look at my sex and I feel like to pee  
I pee on me like the day I was born  
crying for the dry safety on my mother’s eyes.  
 
I look at my hands and I feel you  
you, you and you and all of you  
that I touched once and never took a glance.  
 
The little bear on the sofa is crying for me  
I look at him once and then I close my eyes  
to see nothing, to see everything  
to strangle the need of the leaving truth.  
 
I start laughing, the harder I can,  
I finish my life with some cheap wrinkles  
and an expensive timeless wine.  
 
It’s not me wanting to die  
I know I will never fly,  
it’s not me wanting to leave  
I’ve just been given a hard day to live.  

 
written for the comp of mcjay "life of a day"
Written by Artemios
Published | Edited 22nd Mar 2016
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