Sunday, October 15

dead or alive

why are we here?

for me or for them?

why do we laugh?

because we remember or forget?

why do we hurt?

because we want to smile again?

why do we rage?

because we need them?

why are we dead?

because we did none of the above

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carnival night

I'm here

and not there

not quite anyway

not white

not black

no spite

just quiet

with a beer

and no bite

people milling

tautly willing

thronging

cobbled streets

dubious feet

downing wheat

smiling sweet

crunching meat

forgetting

sweating

abetting

a new world

gently curled

unfurled

around the edges

of her new summer dress

pink with pain

no room for a brain

swaying

again and again

trying in vain

to get home

to what never was

hoegarden on the house

any takers?

18 comments:

Anonymous said...

the carnival night was beautiful...just what I wanted to write...U penned it for me!thanks:)

Prerona said...

nice. very 'classic inkblot' stuff ... i like :)

San said...

back to old skool writing again?

actually there was something sly and amusing about this post

bert moth said...

Those carnival nights with people milling on cobblestone with impossible sights and sounds are a wonderful placebo. Me liked.

Inkblot said...

yashita: do write it....and thank you

prerona: 'classic ' eh? bowing gracefully- or trying at any rate :)


san: shall I throw in a snigger :D

doc: placebo is about right.
and the allons really work for me.

aria said...

The first part was awesome ..
Esp the way it rounded up ..
"why are we dead?
because we did none of the above"

Cocaine Jesus said...

i got soooooooooo pissed on hoegarden, BUT that is another story.

ShadowLor said...

yup, i have nooo idea what's going on. however, i like the simplicity, first part especially. the second made me think of Harlequin and Columbine, though i'm not certain as to why.

Inkblot said...

aria: yes, that's the point.

cj: tell me more!

shadowlor: life's a pantomime of course, and we all wear masks...carnival, the pink- chasing columbine- bit of a story there- it's all startin to make sense innit?

Aradhita said...

feel dead, and yet I know I am alive, I am sure I am, or else I could hurt so much..

ShadowLor said...

i guess i wouldn't say making sense so much as that it's changing from dark to dawn. and that, in and of itself, makes no sense. yay for me and my nonsensical self...bah

Merryweather said...

Hello!
Seems like... Long time, no hear? :)

Merryweather said...

Hello!
Seems like... Long time, no hear? :)

sophie said...

a heavy sigh in return...

Φ said...

only hoegarden no leffe or duvel :-| missing you..hope vything is 5ne @ ur end..tkcre

Prmod Bafna said...

Lovvvellly! and so inkblot like!! nice to be reading your stuff again! :)

San said...

inky are you dead or alive?

If you're dead then come back and haunt us with more haunting posts and if you're alive then get yourself writing again

San said...

inky are you dead or alive?

If you're dead then come back and haunt us with more haunting posts and if you're alive then get yourself writing again