Fragments [A] The road: my classroom’s toilet. The war generals smile over your turning face. Fragments [B] Cat, swallowed the food [before leaving the cage open], escaping from hungry stomach of this little boy. A magnifying glass burned the skin of the sun… … Leaving […]
Gum all over brown marble floor, white paper bits, and Cold uneasy feet with angry red muscles… … gifted to uncover everything. Rest… but don’t sleep… Because he is bad and has dark, yellow eyes.
Nets visible around the tube wells with weapons… hanging over their straw shaped hooks. Plastic ball pens, Burning weed stacks, Roads piled with falling asteroids…. …. To free you from your silver shoes.
Cardboard box of snail shells; A jug with warm milk, tied up in threads; A red table cloth with checkered, blue pattern; White squares with old gold coins, resting over these glass poles in your verandah. A room inside a tree trunk [empty and cold] with a few crawling ants. Low, swift flowing wind at […]
His rise is being spied upon, from clever little eyes from the sky. Watch me hearing you speak, with your clever only eye …. …. Because we’re being watched… Watching you
Hairless men, with closed eyelids, sitting silently in a room full of unfinished, wooden doors. This large prism, containing yellowing viscous fluid, over this blue table of yours, is busy showing refracting small, green beans… shaped like little fingers. An inverted brown table, out in this dry grassland with fine brass […]
A man in an old blue car, behind the rubble of concrete, stretching out his arms to disprove his punctured tyres; Sugar crystals, over bodies with small dead insects, reflecting the rusted iron bridge. White embroided handkerchief, resting over operating table with sleeping, unjust corpses. News channels showing lines of dull reflections over pavements of […]
A blank wall watching, an iron tumbler turning into a gold leaf covered with few ancient pictographs. Some driver left his mummified mother in the bus on his way to the valley of red houses. Someone stopped tap dancing before a crowd of old men. A naked child stands motionless over a flying airplane and […]
I hear clouds striking grey above… with lists of unfolding stories. Tired lots of belongings, collecting simple little things off your palms. Rear view mirror showcasing your dense forehead… arranging the complex arthematics of chance… smearing away things we love. The yellow lamp post, same old walkways… makes remember more everyday those silly indexes of […]
Sharp strands of wind skipping the daylight. He stands there… holding the silver horn. Herds of people converging through the narrow escape route… announcing the arrival of the ready and quick. Look behind your shoulder and smile back at them… they are tired and hurt. Aeroplanes keeps blocking the sky, filling it with moist dust. […]