My American Shortcut

A walk in an American City, expression-impression - inside/out - outside/in

My

American

Shortcut

Brave new isolation surrounded by embedded symbols,

 

EXIT shields shines out thrillingly extends my thoughts to the world

 

Shrinked in mourning dances the fire glows still fallen besides

Souling down nearby the Chicago city upline

And laid down or may I allow myself to prescind to

Prepared for neonalyzed sign highlighted upper floors

Outside fluorescent light remains inside souls darker

In corners lingering trashy bodies with pain of thoughts torn poster

Dwelling rosy fields melted in wandering green dives gloomy spaces

Smashes around while patience slowly grows bewildered

Nearby the filigrane sunlight penetrates thoroughly

Warmed brains blowed up willingly in curious relief

Hangs tied up wows painted well with greeting cards

Ornated on a engraved panel and claryfied wheels imagined time

May rise although a certain longing whilst fortune smiles

Dances masked mean for further hidings pondering values

Nor less is least forbidden crime to ignore a wheeping cry

Slithers rarely wisdom in fantasm severe grey winds

With shivering dark born for banging, tight up rumours

And bareless sighs in hidden parlours stunned listening

Found some men exhausted, with surrendered will

They would have found their blossoms in forgotten feature

Bound for nothing in forsaken space, less and more taken up

The backyard flinches fried resentment next to yelling frozen rivers

Strange eternal essays in minds crawls in trying to rebuild

Forlorn to misery and the unobstrusively disgust

Confronts horizons shimmers hope and feelings stoned to rocks

No more no one may easily believe the hope can plead

Nor classifiy while mourners dangle narrow-minded held down

Puzzled from cloudy disorders global, deranged a body, lies

Overwhelmed from black blood that rushes up to peaks

Volcano’s entry, a slight wish shelfed - off , together

Flees truth and harm open eyed boots steaming to the sound

Miles and miles after miles nevertheless with regrets safe hafen

And a wandering resentment inners post-occuring

Held back somewhere urges a shadow over selective distorsions

The self captured by rude nothingness plays certain imagery

 

Colourful sensitive innocence not pre-seen as being Held

In the brainy cage revolves homelike traumata casually

Evokes not fore-seen curses and bloody disruptions

Thy might be never ever achieve to touch home on this way

 

 

Author's Note

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