Chime

You found reasons to celebrate
even when the chimes are too motionless
to lull me to sleep.

You do not exist.

In a placid terrain of worthy
revellers, where guffaws and flirtations
rule; you seem detached and could
not be aroused even by a striptease.

You do not belong.

Moments of non-acceptance aggravated
by a doomed spirit.
To retreat is to open a can
of repugnant thoughts.
It is better to refrain and just
swallow thin air

I park my destiny.