I loathe the taste of bland
And its contaminating effects
it leeches into veins like infection
an unbearable itch

but there is solace on cool planes of porcelain.
Bitters expel from my throat
And drift on sandalwood smoke
to circle the quiet

The quiet... within cimmerian walls
Where I banish myself from the temporal grip
Of whirling dervishes of prosaic dialogue
and celebrity gossip

Oh let me be
I want to slip into obscurity
Left alone with only my thoughts for companion
If only for just a short time




words © malai carrara
Photography by TrixyPixie