Alien Landscape

puckered lips and rain funnels.

in between skips, i dodged empty slices of air while travelling between buildings. it was the flickering worry of a falling body. a pretty paranoia painted into the winking colours of static mattresses of thick, dismal air.
i was feeling small yet angry. somewhat like a pea under mattresses of dismay disappointment depression decay. a constant annoyance to them who sleep above. them who knit and weave their sadness into pretension and pride, making soft beds on which they slumber in denial.

their spilling dreams and horrors then made me realise i was wrong about myself because of the injustice i did to the world.
for they felt me as i stared in disquieting menace, anxious to show them the triviality of their lives.
in alarming unison, they snapped their necks to glare back twistedly in glassy deflection like stained windows so my composure crumbled and my mouth stretched into an infantile wail. even then trying to hide, trying to blend my sobs into a passing wind, i continued weeping. even as the innocent blue of the sky disintegrated my cheeks to leave nothing but hollows and upturned eyes.

then i saw a girl poised childishly with puckered lips aimed skywards. i called out to her hoarsely, momentarily forgetting my sky-scalded deformity. yet she stood oblivious, determined yet animated as an oil painting. a stark contrast of 'The Scream', you could say.

i did not hesitate to attempt to paint the encompassing grandeur of a girl kissing the infinities.
i waited.
days went by til a jerk of resurrected motion. the young girl giggled through a pale hand and promptly walked away unscathed.
my face now in wraps of silky, pleasing pretension, i threw a cautious glance at the sky. it looked abashed, blushing grey, swelling in heavy moisture.
then came the storm.

on my knees in the rain, i discreetly mold my face back into shape while singing softly an ode to the little girl who kissed a lifetime into a second.
Posted by NHJ 7/01/2005 12:19:00 pm

Friday, July 01, 2005