I hug my loneliness and offer my body to you.
The need to have your hand on my face
is so overwhelming,
my eyes are begging you to

hit me,
wipe my tears,
touch my cheek while you look away.

as long as I get the physical expression of what you call
a lustful attention.
The minute I wake up,
I want to replicate the fantasies in my head,
thinking that if I act long enough,
my life will become a pool of petal-filled happiness.
Pretty as a snowflake
and cold as a thousand of them,
I learn lessons of life
the hard way.
One step forward and three back –
that’s the pace of the mechanical love.
Poisoned with apathy,
I stare at pictures of myself,
while my fingers are busy picking cogs
out of my favourite clock.
Time becomes irrelevant,
when your life is inked with misfortune.

– Chatty Owl –

17 Replies to “MECHANICAL”

  1. Tock tick
    The hand moves backwards
    Struggling against natural forces
    Unnatural attractions
    and needs beyond comprehension.
    [so good to see you writing again]

  2. So many gifts you have and so many gifts you share with your words that create so many possibilities…

  3. You’re unbelievable.

    but early morning
    on skin
    brass fingers
    tremoring stacatto

    1. Oh shit, haha. I thought this was still linked up with my WordPress account! This Jordan! J.R.Taylor! Owen Valachi!

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