Omelet breakfast

Trickles of heatwave sweat

Drops flow in engraved tunnels on the

Face side limping

Fever they say

Got hold of my soul

Made me a wild beast

Hundreds of voices in my head

Images flicker behind my retina

Colouring my iris

Wake up! I order myself

Dragging my dead corpse

I

Order

Breakfast

Late afternoon in

Half empty cafe

Playing nostalgic songs

I know but don’t remember the

Words

Omelette I ordered

I eat in silence although

Tempted to sing along

Perhaps

Once

Heatwave

Headache

Leaves me

Alone.

July 27, 2019

About alaindesade

Novelist, songwriter and philosopher. Has special interest in human relations, evolution of mind, inter-cultural complications, and the concept of God.
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