Poetry

Romanticism is just a weather report

You’ve asked me
so i’ll tell you:
i’m thousands of years old.
I have
connections in my brain,
thoughts that drain,
thoughts I wish to
eradicate.
I no longer
want to hear
I no longer
want to see
I want
something else.
When spring starts
the snow likes
to hide in corners.
Outside
it’s bright bright bright
sunny sun-shiny,
you’re wearing flip-flops
but
here’s what i see:
the vermin took over the city
— what i wish i didn’t see —
nobody’s going to win the war over
snow
it’s here to stay
it will make you stay awake at night
pray for the day to start
Please,
just break the night
split darkness into two
and start the day,
Please.
I see rats
I see trash
I see outcast
and
if i gather enough strength
i can stop the thoughts
look at the patches
and let them flow.

Although, it’s no longer liquid
It’s hard as stone
No wind will blow it
and if you ever got stranded,
you couldn’t suck on that snow
cause there is no
water in that powder.
You could hide
for some years
and say it’s life,
Say C’est la vie. 
You can,
We can,
We do.
We,
the outcast,
the rats,
the trash.
Nobody
would say a word
as we are all waiting
for next spring

or next winter
to witness the indestructible
or
you can call it,
eternal
Snow

There´s two sides in me

There’s two sides in me:

First side 
I wanna smoke a cig 
Fish the lighter 
Look for it 
Everywhere 
Somewhere, 
It must be somewhere 
Wish there was a place 
where 
I could be sure to find it 
Life would be easier 
Life would taste sweeter 
I would feel better.

On the other side

I’m done with the smoke, 
throw the lighter 
Anywhere 
Somewhere 
Why 
was I even holding it all along 
I toss the lighter 
never 
to be seen again 
Until next time

Anne Robinet is a 33-year-old singersongwriter based in Paris who visited Colorado on a whim.

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