Poem i’m contemplating to turn into a video for a multi media piece, although not sure how it could work yet. I’ll do the thinking you do the reading. 

Human

In a house so derelict,

Roger sits and thinks about her.

Not only does she not exist but he feels

like a ghost everytime he sits there.

He sits in a turret

almost above the sky

Talking to himself

She’s far away, but he

always gives it a try.

Anna’s a tiny soul

Just below the ground

She’s grown up now

although she’s still not allowed.

To run

her home

Doesn’t exist 

Doesn’t breathe

Oh Roger be a dear, don’t believe.

‘I’ll love you’ says Roger

so casually said, so beautifully read from his mouth.

Anna’s not crazy, she’d believe,

They drift, they float, over hills and then south.

She’s cheated though, he’s not even real.

To fall in love there, she can’t eat a meal.

And so she desends, again to her lair

Like a lost soul, like an unwanted prayer.

To run,

His home

Doesn’t exist 

Doesn’t breathe

Leave oh Anna 

Be a dear - don’t grieve.