I am planning, preparing, designing,
Geometric, symmetric, athletic,
Dull mornings’ routines through radiant screens,
Playing, imaging, or faking
A twisted cold smirk. I’m feeling pathetic
In this daily match. I’m deeply gazing
At windows: my shirt is synthetic,
My dream is alike, a tough, pointless hike
Through diligent days, in faked painted ways.
The space twisted its shapes in truckloads of games
Geometric, symmetric, pathetic…
Feeling the vibes of new different tribes,
A thick lambent haze confuses hope’s dots
In torsional angles, puzzling thoughts,
Yet dreaming of blue with bright, sparking hue.
© Simona Prilogan, London, 29/10/2022