Being
I do not even wish to situate But I’ve been enjoying my morning coffee when The past and the future squeezed themselves into a single spot Unbearable like a black hole in my chest While trying to stuff everything into static answers I’ve suddenly realized what a madness To reason the Being But just yesterday I was a little Indian boy And you were a little metropolitan girl The outskirts was our adventurous land We were jumping the big stones of the river Tired we departed into a hammock Facing each other Swing Everything was endless and widespread Our hair flicking in the breeze Sifting the sunny rays Swing There There it was In that second swing We Were the Being
March 2022
You Cannot Love Yourself, It’s a Nonsense
My room, my safe haven My notes, my poems My guitar, my keys My bookshelf My mic, my pick My vinyl, my analog needle Everything tightly wrapped With photos of my kind of people With songs Everything intertwined with twine Everything dense And deeper dense with every other day While I was sitting in the middle of it On a stained wooden floor Simone said to me: “You cannot love yourself, it’s a nonsense” “You cannot be both the object and the subject” “In truth, doubling is only dreamed” And Mary said to me: “Forget it and love the world” Oh, what a lovely perpetual motion love I must have left But to be sure Since then I was relieved To struggles and to dreams Since then I was relieved Of panacean needs
March 2022
Silly Questions
Like your lost shoe I found five days ago And tried to return Even though it was cheap Even though I stole your chances for buying new ones Like your dropped apple I lifted and handed up to you When you were shopping with a full basket Even though it was damaged Even though I stole your chances for leaving it to the cleaners Like your silly question I answered by another silly one Without referring you to the Knowledge Even though it was Known Even though I stole your chances for a better Education Like this The world is held in its place But what happens If everything will be on a waiting list for a replace If everything damaged will be left for the cleaners And we will forget how to ask silly questions?
April 2022
Thick Glass Boxes
People of my generation And also the younger ones We are wearing thick glass boxes We are wearing them Everywhere we go On the bus Where the sun is shining through the windows And the wind is blowing through our hair We can hardly bathe For the damn thick glass boxes Keep us safe On the street Where we are passing each other In our flesh, bones and blood There is no space for an accidental touch As the damn thick glass boxes Keep us tough In the waiting room Where we are sitting side by side Bored to death by overthought minds Unable to attune to one another Because the damn thick glass boxes Keep us bother And what about my future loved ones? Would I be able to recover them Out of those damn thick glass boxes And have I even shattered mine? I’m afraid
April 2022
Red
Not too bright Not too dark Is my red of red He's wearing it too black She's wearing it too flat This is not my red My red makes you alive dead They misused it Put it on warning signs Put it on blistering vacuum bottles with plastic sparks Put it on suitcases which will fly the cheapest flights For you to be afraid To drink with disgust To be dragged through airport dungeons What a dirty life Yet, I’m searching for my red of red In the vortex of your swirling dress Not too bright and not too dark As if the tulips when I was a child Slower As we are getting infinitely closer Inside your swirling dress There must be Inside your swirling dress Red of red
June 2022
