Breathing clockwise.
Clocks speeding backwards.
Curling up
underwater
-time ticking away-
while
the past glimpses
like bones in a dug up grave….
Jul1
Jun14
Suffocation
Those untold lines
Melting inside the mouth
Swallowed thoughts:
Acid on those butterflies…
Who knows
Which words would’ve shaped
Another today,
Another reality…
My mouth is full.
I’m drowning,
Choking in the flood
Of lost utterances.
Silently weeping
As the words die out…
Jun6
On writing
Do you have a story to tell
a struggle, a healing,
a loss?
Do the words pile up in your head
flights of moths around fire?
Giving birth to lines on paper,
cutting the umbilical cord
with signs of punctuation…
Writing bleeds in ink
the tattoos of past tenses…
And conditionals…
Each story a mirror,a handbook,
A tale of caution and luck.
May19
John
May7
confusion
Half the year is gone
and the days are sliced bread,
identical
and tasteless.
Spring has savagely devoured
the last days of march,
overnight.
Together we tremble,
we mourn,
we move on.
May5
Remember me
Apr24
Today’s Poem – Napi vers
Tornay András: Lennél-e menedékem?
Lennél-e menedékem,
ha teljesen eláztat az eső?
Lennél-e menedékem,
ha nem is próbálnék erősnek látszani?
Megsimogatnál akkor is,
ha mocsárba merültem előtted?
Lennél-e menedékem,
ha siralmas kiszolgáltatottságom
egyetlen érintésért könyörögne?
Megvigasztalsz akkor is, ha majd
könnyeim ömlenek aszfaltközöny tócsáiba?
Lennél-e a menedékem,
akkor, mikor magam elől menekülök …
talán pont hozzád?
Mar19
Bukowski
“There are worse things than being alone
But it often takes decades
To realize this
And most often
When you do
It’s too late
And there’s nothing worse
Than
Too late.”
Feb21
Circus acrobatics
The night comes uninvited.
I am silenced
Breaks into the rooms of the mind
Scattered dreams into metaphorical sequence
The sky blushed
The orange of the afternoon.
The sound of the tap
The taste of cotton
The noise of the drums in the ears
An opening of circus acrobatics.
The sound of voice muffled in the distance
Feb8
