lε congεtturε dı Arlεcchıno . . (thε tεmptatıon of thε Plank’s wall) by Jef Safi
Missed Connections in Toronto
Chaos 99
Chaos is curiosity
An 8 point direction
Of spontaneous superstitious
Combustion of peculiar
Abnormalities drenched in
A shattered glass of spilled cognac
The balanced Libra
Drunk and giggly
Stupendous saturation
Over and over again
Obsessive eccentrics
Shooting stars
As the galaxy gathers
intrusive brain waves
Eavesdropping the devoured
Ponderous procrastination
Of the simplest form of dimwitted harmonious laughter
She has suspended my solution
Of salvation.
I’ve drowned in my sorrows
No more.
Whip lash thy wolverine
My sensations tingle
My nightmares
Galore in euphoria
Where is thy angel
Who shines on my heart
Where is thy angel
Who casts my soul afire
Oh angel of my love
Oh angel of my love
Burn with me in death
As I ravage for eternity
A slaughterhouse
Of lost loved souls
In salutation of solitude
I’ll grant thee
My last goodbye kiss.
Oh angel of my love
Her Two Cents
Missed Connections, due to the anonymous and transient nature of its platform, has more than a fair share of chaos, drama, intrigue and mis-communication. There are brief spots of beauty and clarity, and moments of high-contrast color, but even if you think you know the story, or the person behind the story, you never can be certain. Some things simply cannot be known, no matter how much we wish otherwise.
