Blurry Summer Days

No storms no thunders

yet she wonders

why time crumbles and falls

like colorless confetti

onto her shoulders

Perhaps these are some lost fireflies

or exiled orphans

Two men and a dog practicing insanity (1)

"My right knee hurts..."

"And?"

"I either fell on the ground from a roof again, in my dream I mean, while trying to fly or have been watching too much of 7pm news lately."

"News? Your knee?"

"Yes, just like rain...Wars on the way, pain in the knee..."

"Or...you are getting older!"

"Or I need a better chess partner. Shah-Mat!"

(Dog bark)

"Shit! If you got two wings, in your dream I mean, your knee would not hurt, you would have been more quite, my king would be safe now."

"And?"

"...and he would conquer with his knights all the TV channels and radio stations and internet providers as a last war in history to be recorded."

"My knee would never hurt."

"Indeed."

"Who told you that I dont have wings, just need to practice...just like we did now (laughter)"

(Dog bark)

almost defiant

"Here you go, open your mouth"
he poured a spoonful of red anxiety into her stomach

"That is sour but thank you"
She rubbed his black hair and sprinkled a handful of white mercy onto his head

save yourself

wake up wake up
you've been swinging in the cradle,
arms of happiness, soft and careless
I've got some poisonous mushrooms for ya
didn't you already learn how to trick
melancholy traders, the ruthless

Dentelle

When April puts her hands together
to join angels applauding lovers
you can here the laughter
of some yet to be born babies.

Here comes the down to earth
carnival of nature
Everyone is invited once again
to meet and remember life
and its pure essence

Is it ruched tulle we are looking through
and witnessing the season of bless
or a bleary eyed morning mist, conveying bliss

An Afternoon in Manifestation

A teapot whistles, violates
the solid silence
some dreams boil
A knife slices
some cake,
vanilla rises,
some hopes evaporate,
some memories
desublimate,
some curtains oscillate,
the past
and the future fall
asleep
A stranger's legs climb
the stairs
A guest's hands knock
the door

Off the Shelves

The Image: "Beast of Gevaudan" by Aleister Lam


How come those two monsters
one black one green
sneaked into my dream seeping
from my library* cloisters
the subconscious
They must have come toe walking
to steal some from my peace
the precious
Why did I force the smaller
one's jaws wide open
with fingers
the delicious
I must have stopped those teeth
the insidious
Why did I feel guilty then
can't really remember



*The analogy between library and source of dreams(subconscious mind+memories+the divine hand) was made by Kursat.
http://kursatozenc.com/

Friends

"You are too kind, you should learn how to be little selfish" advised a friend of mine
"You are too quite, you should express yourself, talk bullshit if you have nothing to say" advised another
"You wear weird clothes sometimes, you should learn how to look good and be normal at the same time" advised another
"You are too serious, you should stop talking about spirituality and world politics, be playful and flirtatious around men" advised another

I said I gotta go.

La vida

may-day-may-day
there is a situation here

pretty green neck ducks
smell of lavender soap
dog barks and rocking chair
for a sleeeepy head
some book piles
of a future ayn-shhtt-ayn,
are those laborers over there
str-ay-king?
Me dizzzyyy

may-day-may-day
might life be taking place?

---
http://radioblogclub.com/open/65185/ry_cooder/Ry_Cooder-Paris_texas

Chewing some geometry

"You know what
there is no such thing
called symmetry
even one hand is slightly bigger
than the other
why then
would they throw explosives
for a most pathetic
chase for global homogeneity
on totally asymmetrical brains"
said she
before getting her sugary bubble gum
balloon burst
and stuck
on her asymmetrical lips