The lake has melted
wind and sun
stroke the surface
slowly
and birds play there
(deceptively seems the same)

A switch
a 180°
Different realm
A Parallel dimension



    Leaves and misc. items
    are burnt in the gardens
    they crack and disappear
    into the smoke
    (last clear-outs)

            Winter metabolites

    Rain falls
    and cleans the air
    off all the sluggish-dark things
    that accumulated
    through this bad time

            Winter metabolites






Winter leaves a mess
which we're meant to clean

Time drills and channels
          the canyons
          in the flesh of brain.

The battering ram
Smashed incredibly hard
Against the metal shell around me
-My fortress
               My heart started to beat faster.
          "It's time to go."
                       -sword fell down
                         and killed it.

A random moment, sound, word, sentence, scene
act as a grain of salt
thrown into a concentrated solution.
A poem crystallizes and branches around it.

The meat and flesh
crystallize on the frame
of bones, in a womb

Hardened by the Time.

Some people have a role
of flowers.
Their only strength,
                       power,
                         form.
And while the gardener
looks over his garden,
the bees continue
their pathetic,
high pitched buzzing dance.
Do you know what
I'm talking about?

A homosexual man had a dog;
His only friend.
He loved him, his warm sun ray.
They shared laughter
and used to go for walks
                                         everyday.

Then, one evening,
some angry men
approached them in a park.
They beat the man, laughing, and
          killed his dog,
and left - made a mess.

He had his "punishment",
                            I guess…