The Verne Aberrations

Mirror

Infatuated by her otherworldly disease
ketamine spiralling in his brain at the speed of dreams
he had no qualms to self-destruct daily
lest he become agnoristos.
Mime became his body and tape his voice
the lies he sawed would quench his world, he wondered
for the freedom he sought was not free at all
but merely another side of a mirror.
“If only Dorothe had spoken in my dreams”
for dreams are my disease.

The red box on the veranda hides the presents of gods.
Fire was his favourite but bow was his curse
“why Thou has me to choose?”
Her pale skin and diminutive figure
receded back to his lobe.
In bed his ruins await the next light,
his essence longing for no more.



Expectations Are A Weight

(a)”Wait!….”
(b)”Yes?!….”
(c)”…you forgot these…”
(d)”Oh… thank you…”
(e)3 seconds of her life spent staring at tiles.
(f)Waiting.
(g)She left.



He crowned himself Dyslexic

No one made sense. Nothing. DNA: human. Language: local. Logic: basic/assumed.
IQ: 136 …

Lists without numbers.
The daylight felt dirty. It impaired his hearing further (he was partially deaf though no one knew).
Pens. Pens and pencils. Pens and pots! A guitar is wrong. Funny how most people don’t know

The difference between paranoia and schizophrenia.
Good! He hated company.
He never felt a river before.

“I hate full stops”

He was self-aware. He was extremely self-aware. Extreme self-awareness is extremely dangerous.
Consequence no.1: he became his own universe
Consequense no.2: he was the centre of his universe
Consequence no.3: he became a mere spectator of this universe
Consequence no.4: No one made sense

4 is not a nice number. God?

He carried what was left of his body to a dark warehouse. Don’t believe those who tell you hope dies last. They lie. Pain dies last. A calendar helped him keep track of time (time was inconsequential in his universe as there was no light). Approximately 5 months.

Every word has a purpose. To me, not you.
Dyslexic



Life and Death

Eimai autos pou vriskei pantote to dromo sto feggari

Kai apo psila koitao tis psyxes na trigirnane sto skotadi

Ti epsaxna na vro tha thimitho

Kathos to fws xeplenei tis psyxes mas ap ta vari

Ti epsaxna na vrw tha thimitho


Ma twra exasa ton dromo mou xana

Kai xemeina se kati paralies pou den yparxoune paidia,

Pws prwxwras,

otan ta xeria einai demena pisw apo tin plati

ti epsaxna na vro tha thimitho

tin wra pou tha feggei to feggari ston trelo wkeano

ti epsaxna na vro tha thimitho


Gnorisa mia mera ton theo mou ton trelo kai eipe mpros

Tha einai opios dromos kai na pareis,

Kai eipe tha thimitheis ti epsaxnes na vreis,

Kathos i zougla tou mialou sou tha kiklonei ton planiti gi,

Tha thimitheis ti epsaxnes na vreis

Kai tha pethaneis



Bed of Salt

Poses fores katalaves pws perpatas me ta matia sou kleista.

Kai otan t’anoixes, sou ‘rthan sto mialo auta pou sou ‘legan palia.

Pws oloi perpatame kapio dromo, o kathenas ton diko tou.

Ma xafnika vlepeis pws den yparxei dromos pouthena, monaxa erimos.

H erimos tis psyxis sou, tis kardias sou, tou mialou sou.

Kai mes’ ton fovo sou kleineis ta matia sou xana.

Kai me kleista ta matia perpatas me tin elpida pws kapou tha ftaseis, kapia tha synantiseis, isws ton eauto sou.



Sirens and Neon Lights

Itan mia mera san oles tis alles.

Oi seirines twn peripolikon antixousan sto vathos

san mia ennati tou mpetoven pou epanalamvanete sinexws sta dwmatia anamonis,

sto aerodromio, stin trapeza, sto nosokomeio.

Ta autokinita kilousan san leuka aimosfairia stis fleves tis polis

kai ‘gw parasito anamesa stous thnitous.


O ouranos melaniasmenos, san tis kardies twn anthrwpwn edw,

koitouse apo psila kai kathe toso eklaige.

Ta neon fwta kratousan zesta ta koufaria tous,

mia pseudesthisi anagkis pou emeis den katalamvename,

edw stis ypogies mas katakomves.


Katw apo tis rages twn trenwn mazeuomastan,

opou kathe toso, apokosmoi episkeptes mas taxideuan me tis mousikes tous

kai meis xoreuame san arxaioi ellines se mistikes teletes.


Ystera vgainame gia kinigi.

Thirama mas o fovos sta matia twn perastikwn.

Ena paixnidi pou mas kratouse zwntanous stin xwra ton rompot

San lykoi xwris ageles

San indianoi xwris files

Katadikasmenoi stin xwra twn thaumatwn

Aoratoi diaxiristes.








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