I've cracked open a beer I've put on classical music I have entered this evening thoroughly unprepared outside, noises of various kinds they'll die down in an hour the stray cat will run away to a warmer shelter I won't see her until next morning what has really happened to me why does everything that I write takes a tragic turn am I so incapable of writing anything pleasant. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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first light of morning how uninspiring wish I dug you up with my lips then with my teeth and finally licked you clean with my tongue instead, I turn to the other side, pull blanket over my head, disappear. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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had this moment few hours back on the rooftop with the moon hanging up, a clear sky, coldness as if I stepped into another world, only it were here stood there for a minute with my hands on the railing I looked ahead and around the streetlights were functional again and they made the roof lit up brightly, only few squares of sweet spot left that was completely in dark I had this thought of lying down on the floor with my face up but all that god damned brightness I waved the thought away and walked downstairs, locked myself in my bedroom for the rest of the night.
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the good part is over all I have with me is my very own song driving through the darkness, doesn't matter how dark, doesn't matter the width and breadth and depth of the ditches and pits, only it must be crossed, and why because there's no alternate way oddly satisfying, this succumbing to the choicelessness, to the inevitable that is this moment, this very moment in which I am crossing ditch after ditch and falling and getting up and getting back and driving further with blood on my knees and knuckles I bathe in all things incurable all day and noon and night whether I am at home or not whether I am alone or not strangeness of the strangest kinds follow me everywhere. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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enters the evening with a couple of old songs wind fills the vacuum as I wait for my place in the operation theatre I have learnt it the hard way I cannot control the passage of time nor can I have more of it sooner or later I'll be gone I share with the wretched world but only my own wretchedness the very silence that would put me to sleep now comes to me to chop me into pieces I am not yet ready to take the big knife through my gut how far is the end if there's any to all of this. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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dense fog no world beyond hundred metre radius an hour into wakefulness, I still cannot think straight waiting for another fifteen minutes to pass maybe that will lift the fog in my head formed from long uninterrupted sleep it's strange how cold can sedate one into such a state twelve more minutes of waiting my eyes still sealed by sleep dirt Warhaus playing in the background Love's a stranger until I see you again what's left of the fog seeps into my bedroom through the half open window despite the freezing weather, I am wearing nothing my feet turn colder the back of my neck begins to ache you are awake now as awake as I am, maybe more and you tell me, I dreamed today and it became too real and I woke up I find it beautiful, sad but beautiful I write it down and keep listening to you. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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late night done with all the red wine and half of dinner hopping from one song to the next craving for a smoke it's been a wet day it will be a wet week new addictions wait for me new destructions I lifted my one foot long ago I am still climbing that one step imagine my joy upon finding that I haven't reached anywhere. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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thought I got rid of the pain it's back again and it's back late in the evening when almost all is done and I am about to retire to my corner, the frigid corner of my home Johnny Cash sings Highwayman from his grave the charm lives on, the melody melodious than ever and you want something like that when you're in this kind of pain an evening warmer than the ones that passed my love is in the other hemisphere drowning with sunset my nights do not make me tremble anymore. Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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Why talk in beautiful verses when I am gifted with such a foul mouth? Copyright © Tomic Riter. All rights reserved.
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