HE WAS AFRAID OF LIGHT

he was afraid of light
because he imagined that
it was hiding something that
darkness didn't know

::: ::: :::

Picture: Time doesn't snow

YOUR SHOULDERS COME TO ME

love the silence in the noise

love my song in silence even

your shoulders come to me

your shoulders you and me

mind like the country

heart like the traveler

love light in darkness
love this silly little song

::: ::: :::

Picture: Shoulders come to me

WHEN COMES THE WORLD OF CLONES

at the megastore

on the shelves

tens or hundreds of copies

of every item made for sale

all of them 

almost identical one to the other

except for those to be found

in the 30% discount section

scratches and broken pieces

scars and pain...

transformation of the like copies

into unique individuals

in the coming world of Clones

besides customization

suffering is the key to identity

and a way to be noticed by the gods

here we’re all born equal

yet made different from each other

with the scars and the pain...

inheritance from our beautiful past

::: ::: :::

[Picture: This one special puppy-thing with more light on its nose]

THE BEAUTIFUL SHELL

everybody was working, but he
who was starring at a picture he took earlier
of a church that is standing
a few yards away from his bed
not far from the Red Square

the building survived the Soviets, the death of god

now it was pretty much like the beautiful shell
of some creature eaten alive and squirming in lemon juice
so he was thinking
when a colleague of his, a Chechen surgeon
entered his office, returning from holidays

“one month already!”

the surgeon had a
bottle of brandy
and in the office’s kitchen
they found
an old
lemon

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Picture: St Nicholas church from the balcony of this bedroom in Moscow

Changes made to this poem on August 26, 2012.

AN IDEA FOR PARADISE

it should not be difficult
to find yourself a table

I went to the shopping mall
which was opening on that day

there was no table
but I found something else, an idea

Paradise like an empty store
whee there is nothing to buy

naked figures stand still
holding on to their breath

time doesn't flow
eyes always opened, heart between beats

love immobilized
under most perfect lighting

this means: No shadow whatsoever
so you can't make a move, never

::: ::: :::

Picture: Perfection

Poem somewhat edited on August 26, 2012