by Mithun Mukherjee
Not much longer. Talking to sand with a blazing sun for janitor. Breathing stray grains of fire. Eyes that detest the soul and hang up on your face. Little more. The body feels like cement. Funny. Cement in a desert. Haha.
Bird of prey. Sand. Talk to the bird. Jim Morrison. Fingernails and needles. Little more time. Water. Sand. Keep your eyes open. A little more. Someone coming. The sand burns with the tank in the distance. Patience.
Alone. Family. Concentrate on the bird. Move. Heavy life. More sand. Breathe less. Too much effort. Talk. Throat. Paper. Sand. The bird. Stay with me. Concentrate. On the way. Help. Savior.
Let go. Don’t. Stay. Little more. Keep your eyes open. Talk to the gull. Eagle. Bird. Breathe. Little more. Don’t die. Push yourself. My legs. Where is the bird? Silhouette. Shade. Cool.
Heaven. Smile. The bird brings news. Look. Damn.
Leave now. Peace. Fight. Water? Delusional. Rest. Kill the sun. Hard work, burning people up. Smile. Don’t fizzle out. Go out brave. Who gives a shit? Fuck.
Not the cheek. Makes you look bad. Blood. Hot. It knows. Close your eyes. Don’t. One shot. Move your arm. Knife. Cant. Stare at the bird. Buy time. MOVE.
Smile. One for the camera. More like it. Healing. Gardens and flowers. Water. Bed. Spit the sand. Food. Almost there. Nirvana.
Stupid fuckin' bird...