Z E I T K A P S E L
Purposeless and self-indulgent, with no promise of refinement.
A collection of poetry by S Tott
No Surprises
31102020
Soaking it up was easy,
Desires enveloped themselves candidly,
transcribed to something more lustful, less honest.
Now the ink simlpy seeps,
Shameless now, admittedly.
Reduced to a boy,
I exhibit myself in these isolations.
As mind lulls in mock marino,
kaleidoscope eyes surrender,
but the moment is anything but fragmented.
Turbulant tides trail an unsettled path,
looted at the will of the wave.
Where peculiarity conjures desirability,
yet familiar comforts do falter,
Unspoken, undefined, I am untethered.
Slip below, let blood rush misdirected,
Slow and resolved in sublime distraction.
These partitions are practiced,
watertight until moonlight,
a patient paradise.
The Resonance Room
12122022
Concaved ceilings brim with saxo-crescendo,
tentacled projections saunter in tandem with their command.
Myriad flutters trail the beckon of pulsing gapes,
though more symbiotic than the drone they dance to.
That delicate space for breath - rudimental energy,
it is polluted with reptilian hues.
Poison phlegm curdles a body of honey,
arresting that delicate ecosystem in swift, arrogant fashion.
Newly found abscence succumbs to the drone's regained precidence,
and the ceilings maintain their brim, none the wiser.
Anruf
09122022
Shorter breaths precursor a rather whimsical reception,
The ease of percieving discomfort is remarkable.
"Everything alright?" is typically met impetuously or flagrantly disregarded,
this time the former.
As awful context is painted, little response is dignified to the muse.
We don't usually struggle to find our words... far from it.
What comfort are they anyway?
Sickly sweet sentiments only serve to rot cavities.
Words, however, are not what is sought,
though naturally they are all I can provide.
Moreso their delivery conveys presence, when faced with abscence.
Abating the inception of this maiden tempest.
Here, as well as Elsewhere
12122022
The sense of containment is naseous.
Thick, grey-scaled brushstrokes mottle sunlight in panoramic fashion.
A mahogany imposition mounts the transparent contradiction,
harbouring white light in internal asylum,
a place less hostile than lead-laden horizon.
But the barren room barely accomodates,
and milky glares search all four corners - exhausted.
Next to me, a mother bathes in the established abscence,
her infant rests his eyes - unintestested, unphased.
Foundation
042022
Console your soul and then unfold,
a different trace of contemplation.
It takes your mind, in manner unkind,
confusion, every iteration.
But seek no field to sow or reap,
on planes whose daily moon yields change.
New stitches tear upon your wake,
Where seams trace patchwork to remain.
Schwitzen
042022
Encapsulated behind my ear,
lies a saline pool of angst.
I feel it run my nape's contour,
then trace the muscles of my back.
Abashment halts all utterance dead,
what leverage do I have?
When e'ry corpal crease and fold,
saturates grey to black.