I see more of life, but I live much less of it.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Photo by Joshua Williams
“Sweat and tune of snoring…”
The chatter in my head wouldn’t stop;
I ask for silence when I sleep
but it continues walking near
my skyward earlobe
whispering some thoughts
in the language of the morse.
Mosquitos –
Noisy fuckers,
decided that my blood
now resembles wine,
and my skin is a bubble wrapper
for the kids to pop my nerves.
Sweat and tune of snoring,
heat, annoyance, bits of sleep,
head against my knees,
I’m shaking like a swing
I feel the rhythm, and then
I follow the road that is
prolonged and sometimes boring road,
but brings me silence
that I imagine when I go to sleep.
Poetry by Vladimir Fischer
Vladimir Fischer 