The rain is loud now, As if a giant feet arises from the clouds To step on the river under the bridge of my heart And disturb it in such a way That the sails of ships bend, And the water touches the bridge from below, Tickling it to sorrow… The rain is loud now, But actually, it has always been like this. You were there once, And I never felt it. But now, All there is Is this sorrow That tickles me from inside, As if it wants me to laugh, Yet doesn’t let me At the same time…
VULTURES
I want to do things.
But vultures of love stand in the way.
They come like puppies,
Helpless.
But don’t help them.
They are waves
That will become tsunamis.
They are winds
That become storms.
Don’t help them.
They don’t know
How to find the way alone.
I want to do things,
But the vultures stalk me,
Waiting for me to rest
To grab me in their claws.
But I keep running through the desert,
Without water,
Surrounded by cactuses I can cut open
If I have the time.
But I can’t stop.
The vultures are after me.
And I should keep running.
THE NIGHT WAITS
The smoke rises
And a skeleton looks back at me in the mirror.
The smoke rises,
Windows fling open
And spider webs break.
The smoke rises
And blinds,
And also reveals.
The smoke rises
Like a raven searching for a grave to yell at.
The night waits,
The clouds wait to engulf the moon.
The night waits
For another curious soul to walk into it
And get lost
Amid the contorted trees
And bodies without souls
Hanging off of its branches.
The night waits
For all of us.
And yet
Only some of us go into it.
We are both brave
And stupid.
NAKED SKELETON
The skeletons are more naked than us,
And yet they don’t feel the urge to hide it.
The skeletons are more naked than us
And they ask for nothing.
Yet they get wrapped
By the spider
With its web.
It covers everywhere necessary
And not necessary.
But does the skeleton have such parts.
Maybe it doesn’t.
I have become that skeleton,
And maybe I should walk out of the lab that keeps me
Even though I am naked.
Maybe I shouldn’t let the spider
Cover me up fully.
I know it is kind;
Kinder than all of humanity combined
Who don’t give a fuck about me,
Even if they can give so much more.
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