1.
Can you believe it? High voltage -
Light, maybe a stalked existence -
Every demise gets nestled in the prophets
While the wind dashes in, breaks your windows open
And light schemes axed blue, your true shades -
We all know grass doesn’t deserve you since she dried up -
No fuss, demise, do it now, get those sun-crumbled days:
Remember when they prattled of heaven,
Adverse wombs and you heeded
To the old bones’ tale?
Can you believe it? High voltage -
Light, maybe a stalked existence -
Every demise gets nestled in the prophets
While the wind dashes in, breaks your windows open
And light schemes axed blue, your true shades -
We all know grass doesn’t deserve you since she dried up -
No fuss, demise, do it now, get those sun-crumbled days:
Remember when they prattled of heaven,
Adverse wombs and you heeded
To the old bones’ tale?
A lot of bustle tonight, some hiss in the garden,
Some run to exile, some fall in a blue funk -
Those two, look, battling stares on an even match,
He shouts for life, she looks away -
Green light in your first words,
Then you start reading, lose sense
As wintry afternoons don’t crash your house
In frenzied demise, they look so different
From April afternoons with deep-rooted light
That makes you look at sunsets so far from answers,
At underground black trains,
The sad losers where wind shuts off
And words get under skin -
You can’t join them if they bet their garments away -
Bet your desire, no one will mind,
Bet bastard years, girls chatting away in a cybercafé -
All dressed in blue, the drive of creation
Might even run through your soul,
Snowy branches sprout leaves,
The forest give breathing back -
Just for a sec, just fancy -
You wouldn’t believe it, it’s high voltage,
High tension, if light keeps at them
Even life.
***
2.
Nuclear weapons, over-cluttered churches, guiles
Freak out over earthquakes, purity does not:
Nothing to lose -
Was she like that last time
You gave her the breath of life,
Wildly dancing around while you welcomed
With bolts and blackout the light of candles,
Her dissent?
Funny how wintry days can give you back
The light where you would dream of your creation, friends -
Too bad dreams get shaky jolts, don’t they,
And light is rowdy, look, they’re here,
Yet you don’t mind -
You bet, they keep smirking
When mourning the dead or laying the living to rest,
The old ladies who choose the final bed
For women missing or taken aback -
So easy when it comes to children:
They dissolve in your eyes without a scant misgiving -
Who bloody cares, you said,
Let them smiles hunt and harass
So long as meadows run and touch the sky -
Maybe -
But only if you don’t reject to silence, God,
The meadows of a soul ready for your hands -
Almost.
***
3.
Oh, what a crying shame
Those useless hydrangeas
All over the white tray -
Sometimes they look dyslexic -
Well, so to say -
Yet they require a close attention:
Fractures sickness and death
Hold sway among words
As men and women tell tales
Over a cup of coffee and hugs to the trees -
How very swanky indeed -
You know, it happens on those spring nights -
Not here, in some uncharted lands
Where the sky steals the show
And words slow down
Like drops of absinthe, maybe rain -
The outsider keeps silent:
Blue, your unsuitable colour
If branches and underwood
Spring everywhere, then whisper to you
“Truth is a reed, snap it now”
All the while stalking preys -
Hold on, are they lizards or words?
Dunno, so much for hunger and sky
Standing still on the border -
But why don’t they ditch you,
They deserve better,
Not yours, but a light
Who doesn’t bother with asking “May I?”,
A light on the run who grabs jets of lava,
Or suddenly hides -
She knows she can’t stop bodies, broken laws,
Infesting germs worse than weeds or mothers,
She knows eternity’ll never keep silent:
Actually, too much asking made her blind -
Or sadly wasted as your trusted sidekick.
Some run to exile, some fall in a blue funk -
Those two, look, battling stares on an even match,
He shouts for life, she looks away -
Green light in your first words,
Then you start reading, lose sense
As wintry afternoons don’t crash your house
In frenzied demise, they look so different
From April afternoons with deep-rooted light
That makes you look at sunsets so far from answers,
At underground black trains,
The sad losers where wind shuts off
And words get under skin -
You can’t join them if they bet their garments away -
Bet your desire, no one will mind,
Bet bastard years, girls chatting away in a cybercafé -
All dressed in blue, the drive of creation
Might even run through your soul,
Snowy branches sprout leaves,
The forest give breathing back -
Just for a sec, just fancy -
You wouldn’t believe it, it’s high voltage,
High tension, if light keeps at them
Even life.
***
2.
Nuclear weapons, over-cluttered churches, guiles
Freak out over earthquakes, purity does not:
Nothing to lose -
Was she like that last time
You gave her the breath of life,
Wildly dancing around while you welcomed
With bolts and blackout the light of candles,
Her dissent?
Funny how wintry days can give you back
The light where you would dream of your creation, friends -
Too bad dreams get shaky jolts, don’t they,
And light is rowdy, look, they’re here,
Yet you don’t mind -
You bet, they keep smirking
When mourning the dead or laying the living to rest,
The old ladies who choose the final bed
For women missing or taken aback -
So easy when it comes to children:
They dissolve in your eyes without a scant misgiving -
Who bloody cares, you said,
Let them smiles hunt and harass
So long as meadows run and touch the sky -
Maybe -
But only if you don’t reject to silence, God,
The meadows of a soul ready for your hands -
Almost.
***
3.
Oh, what a crying shame
Those useless hydrangeas
All over the white tray -
Sometimes they look dyslexic -
Well, so to say -
Yet they require a close attention:
Fractures sickness and death
Hold sway among words
As men and women tell tales
Over a cup of coffee and hugs to the trees -
How very swanky indeed -
You know, it happens on those spring nights -
Not here, in some uncharted lands
Where the sky steals the show
And words slow down
Like drops of absinthe, maybe rain -
The outsider keeps silent:
Blue, your unsuitable colour
If branches and underwood
Spring everywhere, then whisper to you
“Truth is a reed, snap it now”
All the while stalking preys -
Hold on, are they lizards or words?
Dunno, so much for hunger and sky
Standing still on the border -
But why don’t they ditch you,
They deserve better,
Not yours, but a light
Who doesn’t bother with asking “May I?”,
A light on the run who grabs jets of lava,
Or suddenly hides -
She knows she can’t stop bodies, broken laws,
Infesting germs worse than weeds or mothers,
She knows eternity’ll never keep silent:
Actually, too much asking made her blind -
Or sadly wasted as your trusted sidekick.
