when the lights go out, I'll hear your voice,scream silently, "get out".
when the lights come on, you'll sing a song,and know that I was always wrong.
when the sun goes down, I'll shut my eyes and run to find another shore...
when the moon comes up, you'll smile and watch my shadow at your door.
so what can matter, matters not
idle chatter, passing thought
laughing morning, loathsome night
forget the peeping pale moonlight
just a movie, just a book
jaded story, faded look
for sleep is all you'll ever need
dipping dreams in stale seaweed
stars bursting
minds thirsting
and yet...
we're all still living in the same old goldfishbowl.
The same fishbowl, indeed. The glory's in the details, I suppose.
ReplyDeleteI enjoyed how the piece coyly inched toward the jaded consummation.
personally i am fed up with existing in a goldfish bowl but hey...
ReplyDeleteTotally loved reading this piece! Very nice Inkblot :) Particulary loved the lines
ReplyDeletefor sleep is all you'll ever need
dipping dreams in stale seaweed :p
loved this even better. ur getting better with every word!!! :(
ReplyDeletei'm stuck for ideas ... for a while
maybe will go back to working on one of the stories
dont feel like writing abt anything actually, more like
happiness was like a warm gun, and i'm shot and dead ;)
Beautiful peice!
ReplyDeletereminded me of
We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl, year after year,
Running over the same old ground.
What have we found?
The same old fears.
-Wish You Were Here (Floyd)
The goldfishbowl..yeah,
ReplyDeleteSometimes a merry go round!
Sometimes a suffocating cage...
whatever it is..it makes us live:)
doc: you make me blush!
ReplyDeletejust kidding- was just a mood piece i shot off without thinking where it was going. damn.
cj: me too. me too. and yet..
pb: thanks. I eat a lot of seaweed.
prerona: being dead can be peaceful. hold on and float for a bit before it all comes surging through..:)
ReplyDeletearadhita: perfect. thats probably what was at the back of the mind!
(and hopefully your working on the tag?) :D
shikha: welcome. will ponder on that one :)
The punch line says it all..I love how you put rhyme and reason into what appear to be random thoughts..thank you!
ReplyDelete:)
and hey. you write nice.
ReplyDeleteand you definitely ARE weird!! tee hee!
pincushion: thank you.
ReplyDeleteits all for no rhyme or reason tho!
methinks: methinks you need to be thanked profusely :)
hooked 2 the last line..harbored to the whole thght..hate u 4 the tag..hmmm will do it.. hohum :-\
ReplyDeleteJaded story .. faded book .. hmm ..
ReplyDeletePretty rhyme .. almost like a song again ..
Fishbowl was familar yet different ..
A smack in the face. A warm tingly sunbeam. A smack in the face. A warm tingly sunbeam. I feel like a metronome of panic and delight. Shit.
ReplyDeleteMy most very favourite line is "when the lights come on, you'll sing a song, and know that I was always wrong." The uncontrollable smile it makes me smile
comes from deep deep down in my gurgly body, like where yer voice comes from when y'singin', and it rushes up all warmth and orgasmic soda stream.
Yum. Thanks :)