3 poems

i was apprehensive of posting here again because of some blatant ripping off i just found out recently - of my poetry - because i know, i just know in my heart that those were mine but who am i to say these things? i’m nobody. i don’t know if i must be flattered or irritated. but really. i don’t mind now. i’m not going to satisfy whoever by ranting too much about it here or by not posting here anymore because i realized that the experiences within, the experience itself during and after writing my thoughts in those specific moments in time cannot and can never be replicated so no need to worry, ne?

- c.s.s.

1

Heidegger
and Belle and Sebastian
meets
in her two-hour break
a solitary sketch
mind and flesh
in her solitary corner
unabashedly
comprehending (as if comprehended)
writing trivial thoughts
commonplace
desolate
attempting farther
than her armrest-less seat
sunrays in perfect angles
am i a gestaltist?
time hangs like fringes in God’s naperies
what is left look
the lint on her sleeve
the partly opened (partly shut) windows
sky five-inch width
bangs choking her eyes
is this the refrain or the bridge?
series of bittersweet riffs
vandalism in some of its leaves
crisp and yellow
decades-old pages
in her clammy hands
struggling
to steal some ideas so grand
decipher first
seinsfrage, erkannt, fragestellung
whathowshedoesn’tknowwhatthehell
this is her summary
and somehow tomorrow
just the same
she never learns anyway

2

cars
pedestrian
transactions
whatisthepurposeofthisgrayedifice
left right
u-turnroundnround
arethosestratuscloudsorsheetsofsootysmoke
shoulders wheels
acrid
veneers
headsahead
rushrushrush
exhausting comedy
thankgod
now
distant
muffled noise
peeling off like flakes from this bark
beside this slab of rock
where moss is
a green velvet
and drooping branches
a canopy
this space is temporary
heaven
afterditchingstatisticsclass

3

without spectacles

(sword-like shafts
:light
softens
sometimes
I:
prefer to see things this way
undefined borders
;smudged;
feathered)
permeable
I
the possible Evil
tethered
in this season:
Needing
oh, what could be more human
Human
Human
Hu
man
than needing?

?

question life
every single (god-given) day

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