there is a hurricane in my mind
it needs calming
                does it?
or is it better to let it out at night
reading mystery and insane thrill
for it to roam the streets of purple light
picking up a sight from the cliffs
smelling the waves
waving goodbye
                to fly
across the see
never return back
where everything was frantic and insane
leaving a body
picking up a nobody
teaching him like a maniac
making it clear
                one time
all this will be yours
when I’m back
but I need to go now
leaving when something is almost done
when the fruits are ripe
I’m never one for eating
but what I leave
is worse
                it is hope
when I know
I leave quite the opposite
promises are there to be broken
and hope is
                well
there until someone dies
nobody takes his hope with him
onto the other side of darkness
to the eternal one
so he hopes —

                you know
                there are better days to start
                reading H. P. Lovecraft.

        © Dominik Alexander / 2024