True to form I can write anything BUT the thing I definitely need to be writing.. So I was partaking in some miiiild procrastination on Twitter when I read this Tweet from @themexican :
I thought it was sort of adorable. Or maybe I’m just dying to do anything other than what I should be doing, but either way I wrote something about it that hopefully isn’t complete crap. I’m in a sketchy state of sleep-deprived/extreme stress though so I actually have no idea, I’m running on empty.
Hmm, it’s kind of a little bleak!?! I guess that’s what 3/4 hours sleep a night for 2 weeks and staying up until 7am repeatedly banging your head against a table will do to you. I should probably mention that I’m trying to write my dissertation not abusing myself with brain-bashings and insomnia just for the hell of it…
The Planetary Man
On my train
Was the planetary man
His eyes used to roam
Across my pebble-dash hands
I would flick through pages
But see no words
Only fantasies
My mind had tailored
He knows the world
As it changes shape
He knows no boundaries
Of which to break
The planetary man
Who sat across from me
Was an open book
I had to read
Everyday at six p.m
I left my daydream
In the carriage again
I shuffled down the same old road
With thoughts of him
My throat had swallowed
I choked on words
I had yet to say
They ridiculed
My broken airwaves
Every tunnel drew my eye
And ricocheted his reply
We did this dance everyday
Exposed desires of travelling foreplay
But then I found myself alone
His empty seat felt so unknown
I miss him, but I don’t know his name
Now I wander those same old roads in vain
Thinking about how to reverse time
To see him reading Husserl wide-eyed
I would’ve looked at him
The way I always did
But this time not in shadows
That held us captive
The words that I kept
Would’ve had their way
With the planetary man
I could’ve loved someday.
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