We have to own every beautiful

thing we see,

every person, every living thing,

do we?

Some of us are fed by the Sun,

we achieve, succeed, we collect,

bring it home. We sum.

All and sundry we want,

sinking ships in the sea.

When desires befall

don't let go of me.

 

6.V.2021 

 

 

My rationality, my practicality

is everywhere, in everything.

It tiptoed in and slithered itself onto me.

I noticed. I let it. I must have. I must have?

It was kilometers from here. I wrap myself

with that long road, and sit and tea.

I watch my assertion make sense of clouds,

of invisible longings inside - somewhere below

my lungs...

And I balance by growing flowers from my chest,

by feeling the heat of my hands, by planting

good seeds

spontaneously.

 

5.V.2021 

 

 

That was last night

today's a new view

Don't be left behind

you'll grow old

 

2.V.2021 

 

 

 

Dear Moirai,

is it parking lot's lot to be parked on?

Is it my stars to be among insanity?

Is it my time to disagree with you?

 

28.IV.2021

 *** 

I'm not bored at you.

But sometimes your words don't attract any thoughts.

It's a pause. And it's nice.

Yet some times there's a deep exploration

that unravels the source, ties into oceans,

washes the shores.

And that's nice.

 

27.IV.2021

I tuned my guitar,
I lost two strings.
My ax balalaika,
my friend with a lisp.

23.IV.2021