21DEC09

little moth
navigate by the moon
glowing
i have a computer screen
glowing
you found it,
my artificial moon
radiating human pollution
distracting though you are
have you found happiness
having reached the glow?

...

I have folded myself into the mold left by others, soggy cardboard strips stuck to my naked form. And then I've bent my head backwards in order to catch a brief glimpse of the stars, as if they hold some sort of meaning for me. What comes next I know not. So I try to sigh with content as my bones begin to ache, it is a contrast between satisfaction and the pain of holding a shape. If I were to release would my true form be revealed? And would it be good? I have found comfort here. I will keep this position for a while, and stretch my neck from time to time and try to lick those stars in good order. The light has come. Burn brightly, sweet flickering lights.

I.K. Estbon

08DEC09

we turn, we turn&watch how we burn
away all the hours

night after night the cat-call-fights

you went away
and i
touch-up my
face

i will soon make-step to follow

and break away
till i
flutter-by
again

here i will be
dreaming the dreamy
dreams
(with you once again)