these are my letters
to myself.

Message to Readers

Ever get lost in Western Australia?

other colours poem

January 6, 2019



Are we lost?
Frost on the ground in spring.
Perhaps a mistake,
Perhaps you should have taken
The next exit.

Perplexed, the moss
Slumps to peat.
Oh, the unbearable
Noise, the parabolic
Heat. Turn the air con
Back on, please.

Ice cream by Rome,
Roads run to the east.
Repeat, repeat, house
Prices. Never fixed.
To rent, you must repair.
Buy what is desired, dear.

Past heaven’s gate,
Pope in pastels.
Does he smile?
With the children on his
Lion’s tail.  Few more miles,
Up the beast, the beach.

How the mirror is dark
With the sunlight,
The rice white.
Dictate the terms,
Paws in mouth.
Don’t pout, princess.

Sometimes I wish
I had violet eyes,
Too purple to believe.
Sometimes I wish
I had wings, too thick
To be seen.
Sometimes I wish
I could die,
Deep beneath the sea.


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  • Oscar_Locke

    @nezi_nes thank you so much. I didn't really intend for this piece to be so confusing -- I just kinda spat it out one afternoon. Each stanza is a different person's perspective in the car, during the trip. Every stanza is literal, but also figurative. But again, thank you so much <3

    over 1 year ago
  • nezi_nes

    I'm just sitting here, trying (and failing) to absorb everything. This piece made me feel something so complex I don't even understand. Have you heard of negative capability? I think if it was ever an emotion, it would describe this. Whatever this is. What the heck. You write such amazing things.

    over 1 year ago