I need to have a conversation
with God, angels, humans
or the remains of my grey matter.
I need to have a conversation
that reminds me the words
for a functioning human, (a language lost).
I am being lost in a robotic world
last seen on level two
of unknown computer game, (dressed like a pirate on a spaceship).
I need to have a conversation
out of an addiction
out of pixel-sized existence, (pixellated to extreme, streaming light).
Last seen jumping the cliff
into the abyss
blurred image in sleepless night
but
a conversation is all I need
I have a coffee and pizza instead
and continues the existence of the dead
in a robotic world of empty cycles
I finish the night shift
sleeping alone in a cold bed
I need a conversation
but
I lack the words.
January 13, 2016
c'est la vie 