poems from italy
Fast friends
I find myself explained.
Driving fast,
Faster then I have before.
Creativity explodes through my veins.
I see the part of myself I reserve.
It’s not polite, not lady like.
Violent expressions of interest
Relentless, forward, irritated, impatient.
I can’t wipe the smile off my face.
We swear, we swerve, we shout.
Finally we get the finger.
People are pissed off too.
I like it
I like the passion, the gesture,
Almost good will.
We know our next stop,
we know where we want to be...
Do you?
GET OUT OF THE FUQING WAY
It’s dark, there’s no view now-
Speed and accuracy
take us where we need to be.
I like the excitement, the thrill.
It reminds me of good times
& new experiences.
I’m starting to feel comfortable here.
I feel most alive in these moments,
& I’m not afraid.
It’s stupid, but it’s true.
I got stoned the other night
And broke my wrist snowboarding.
I laughed, a lot.
I can’t feel upset.
I tried, but it wasn’t there.
The pain was seperate to me,
In fact, I enjoyed the experience,
It was interesting.
I felt myself more deeply,
A sick investigation of my own potential.
Where did she go?
Do I need her?
The left hand is learning fast,
We adapt quickly.
In fact, I’m typing this with my left hand....
My right watches on like a lazy swan.
Let’s give the dominant, coordinated, responsible side a rest.... see what happens.
Wrapped up in white, sent off to looney bin.
Who’s the crazy one, now?
I’m trying something new.
balancing out the scales.
Why
not.
I traded summer for winter,
English for Italian,
Right for ....left.
When was the last time you changed gears?
This scrib is about having too much spare time, a broken right hand and a language barrier. Forced learning frustrations, a bloody good challenge for the brains 😄🤦🏼♀️
Bored Brains
makes me tired.
Listening to jibberish.
I lose interest.
Blah blah blah
It’s not important.
Words to fill space.
Space brains,
I feel alien.
Nothing makes sense.
Rolling eyes,
brain flies, brains fried.
Young brains.
Dragged around for things.
Boring things, life admin.
Brain admin.
Service my mind,
thoughts filed away.
No think.
No brains.
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Blank walls, delirium.
Something from nothing.
Getting desperate.
Creative brains,
Need stimulation, NEED.
Lack of options.
Screaming inner dialogue.
Misunderstood.
Annoyed brains.
End result.
Scribbled, scrambled
Brains.
Time Travel
I don’t see the boundaries anymore.
I don’t care for the rules.
Don’t tell me what to do.
I’m never leaving...I never arrive.
Always on my way.
A dream of moments.
I string myself along.
I count my days in sunsets.
The only way I want to feel.
Timeless.
Infinite.
I find myself, everyday.
My friends,
reflections of my own inner rebellion.
Oppositional defiance. Bold disobedience.
To be nowhere and everywhere. 🖤
Everything and nothing.
Fuck it.
It’s fun.