Sunday, June 16, 2013

Best Friend



#3 Best friend

If I have to speak again
in a language I don’t understand
I choose a forest
I choose a tree
I choose my best friend
and sleep with her there.

Request a handkerchief
to describe a face
it has wiped so many times.

Celebrating excess
return to your carnival,
do not interrupt my sleep.
My best friend’s sleeping with me.

Survival Stone



16th June 2013

#2 Survival stone

I have to survive
a spaceship in my mind,
away from the drone of melancholy hearts.

I sleep of you,
dream of foreign liquor
my throat is dry and I don’t smile enough.

Mother of all opportunities
listening to winds and whistles
harmonium dust on her fingers.

This is exactly how
we deviate from the main street
waiting for some sign – followers in the rain.