Nirvana

          Creeping fear, nostalgic to the core,

wandering Salem

left with no gear, gone meandering,


Spiting it all, I walk away grinning,

wandering down the streets of Salem

looking right  down into the glass pane wall

of the last forsaken, derelict mall : "Gone winning",

the last sign post says, to which I am now, once more, desperately clinging


Strolling along, popping some candy,

I´m imagining running cross-country though I´m stuck, wandering Salem- till the church bell goes "Gong",

an uproarious din

Surprisedly leaping back,

upfront to Alarum, the brassy lady-

"Now, who´s left grinning, babaaay?"

She, timepiece of horrors, lunges to embrace me-

Ahoi, mate, one pint to quitting Salem


Stumbling back, falling through

down, down, down

as the clock goes round,

through a dark, shady alcove

and they keep falling,

a dark, shady avalanche of clocks ( "Am I Alice?")

but it´s gotta be done, I´m not planning to dock on

when I´m finally here and not in screwing Salem


Eruption- spewed out in great grey blandness

alone, but unafraid

heading into the grand finale ("Escape? Or Death, which might mean the same?"),

supposing this, I let go- and-

stop, stickily, invisibly suspended

calmly relieved, for now I´m heading out of Salem

but I land, knocking into that shaky pane of wallglass,

"Come spinning, and don´t forget the ringing",

the backside of the last sign post says, swinging


"What the hell?", I demand, landing once more

back in Salem

a shower of clocks fall,

and I stare for each one´s circling around it´s axis,

spinning. 

(Dear readers, I´m aware of the fact that I´m not following the conventional grammar or punctuation rules, but know that this is purely intentional. (Neither did Joyce or Danielewski and they were pure genius- I´m not comparing myself, just attempting to emulate a bit). I´m trying to find my own style which is why I´m experimenting- not trying to be annoying on purpose :)