escalator
up
down

talking to itself, the mall

- abandoned

dirt water
of the immortal
fountain

stopped
flowing

wobbling
- thinking,

passers-by feel cold
icy grass shivers

infected creek's
colorless veins

- the frost,

stopped
being.

Tell me, the reddish hug
of a distant horizon around us
- one more time

when we took the grace
of the world, with open
arms and mind

and we held hands
for others to see.

Tell me all of that, before
I depart from my body
to see

how you treat my shell
until it loses the final
power to breath.

Sun sets to fall asleep
but leaves it's gloss to play the encore
before the day ends.

I've known for a long time
which direction my feelings go.

The goal has not been known
but I hope it stays here to live.

The second hour of our vacation is running
my hand moves closer,
in the rough grass,
to back of his hand.

I want him to say my name,
in a way which no one will hear.
Hold me,
in a way which no one will experience

- then he rises and joins with our classmates,
who start to play soccer.

He hugs Mary and they swing side to side
– eventually falling to the ground – laughing.

Jealousy whispers,
asks to join me.

I consider it.

First,
I try to stop sadness to become visible.

Doesn't take long,
when a goal is scored.

Cheering, laughing – enjoyment.

Full moon keeps me awake,
I touch myself - on purpose
in it's glow

my changed memories
beautiful variations

about what I still can get.

After what I've done,
at the gate of my dream,

my mind cheats

exaggerates achievements

on how it affected
- how it convinced.

START

Blue lights surround
the remote control, he presses
one of the small buttons.

Nuclear attack in
news broadcast, hand
searches blindly the phone.

Video home system
shows time going forward
and moves it back,
when something - unexpected
happened

- still, he panics.
the landlord has to hear whining again
and she is tired to calm him.

WORK

75th anniversary
in the company he hates working
- taking pictures with the staff.

CEO
holds him on his shoulders
and whispers: my children
are not waiting to play
with them, my husband is
not waiting to fry the potatoes.

Empty meeting room,
blue aquarium in the background,
she undresses - chubby body
surprisingly satisfying his
needs.

He does what he hasn't done before,
moves hands across
upper and lower back
- bottom
only to find hemorrhoids.

END

Blue lights shine
the apartment, where he
suffers convulsions of
the things he experienced.

VHS tape runs
a news broadcast
- school shooting,
landlord didn't answer
his calls.

CEO runs in his mind
asking to come back
- to please her inadequte
soul.