And sometimes life is more than simple
It’s just this eternal twitch
Of human fools
To encrypt
A plain core
Into
Oceans
Of phantasmagoric drools

And sometimes life is more than simple
It’s just this eternal twitch
Of human fools
To encrypt
A plain core
Into
Oceans
Of phantasmagoric drools

And with that last flamingo move
Of wildly burning tree locks
The gale ebbed away
Making space
For the noctilucent tranquility of the air
Undeniably present
Hugging the trees
In its arctic embrace
And them
Oh wooden-wooden heads
Dropped their very last veil
In an instant
Baring their very hearts
Completely
V bezbrannom tichu
In the blind, blind trust
In the water
To react
Its wizardry
Of winter interlink
Dwelling in my heart
Keeping me warm
When the words of nuts
Kept sending shivers down my back
“Harris would be a better choice, you see, it’s been four years of prosperity for US…”

The morn yawned
And shut the shivering door
Sealing off the human box
Once again
And eye
Stepped into the twilight
Casting the reserved shadows
Onto the naked trees
Standing ‘motionless
In this eerie silence
Of a dead fall
Making one think
Of funerals
And us
Hiding
Our deepest wounds
Under the layers
Of black&white
Wondering
Whether an attendance of such affairs
In nude
Would feel looney and rude
“…or just somehow right”
Shrugged the thought
Before melting away
Making time
For 16 geese
Pursuing South
Being shadowed
By another sextet
Flapping their mighty wings
Creating an illusory propeller
Of this tranquillity
Dripping
Over the open flavum egg
Nesting the puppy of a violet
Drawing a quick smile on my face
Making me reach out
And think of a few treasures
Of my childhood
Most of them eye found
Laying vulnerable on the ground
Free of charge
Free of any clash
Free of any claims of ownership
Being simply there
A true gift
For me
And suddenly the heart lit
Up
For a man
That was found
Supporting the ground
-Alcoholic?!
-No, every alcoholic was owned elsewhere…
His hand
-Being slow, whispering of a kiss?
-No, it was soiled, like the life itself, and full of origami leaves
Spelling
“Ciao bella…”
-And then?
-No idea. Since the heart lost the ability to read
In
Bytes

The superbrain said that
Therefore the war it must be
Let it grow
In either form
Believing
Peace to be nothing
But Death
For who ever heard of something
Called Love
Respect
Responsibility
Dignity
Wisdom
Inspiration
In the world
Of total control

The nowadays knights
Of the 25th year of the 3rd millennium
Turned out to be true nuts
Lost in their nightmares
Of light
Trying to deliver
The mere nite
From the darkness


The furnace of love
Eye always deeply admired
The unbound currents
Planting
The mightiest trees
In the grains of sand
Fully grown in seconds
Requiring
No seed
No roots
No land
Being nothing
But a phenomenal art of nature
Omitting frondescence
And fruit
Unlike those made of wood
And so eye
Couldn’t help
But wonder
Whether it was nothing
But the prolonged touch
Letting the skeletons
Bloom
In
The blueprint of leaflets and blossom


