A Melancholic Afternoon

Small movements in the melancholic afternoon
Drive the city streets into motion
Sitting by this internet cafe
Thinking of wandering into space and the vacuum
Darkness of the skyline and seas
Ticking my keyboards to a game theme beat
That fires electronic gunshots between the senses
As the murmurs of the next seat to the next
Brings the cool breeze to a stillness
What am I to do in this afternoon of a slow moving day
Like a twister twisting slowly in silence
Bringing me with it
To float
Afloat the clouds on my head
Like cirus and nimbuses combined in a lethargic stance
That freeze my senses into a state of numbness
What could it be, could I be falling into oblivion of
Flu or fever that will put me in bed for a week
What could it be, I wander between the screen
Of the computer in front of me
As it blurs at each blink.