warm weather
brighter sunlight
unusual but
yet typical day
different kinds of
music to hear
but I can sing no more
can't utter words
but much phrases to speak out
the awakening tweets of the Scorpions,
are the only sounds to tell out.
And darling,
sorry, if I won't see you
tonight.
Maybe
this is not the time,
for us.

Two days before the year end
Two years ago you're wounded
Three hours of healing with hard drinks
and one whole day of starving
back then.
It hits you fast
and back thrice.
Isn't it good.
To see you two days from now
getting ready for another rough year,
holding words;
holy mother of all cats
I survived.

Would it be nice
If I have a chocolate cake
Placed to my casket corner
Red wine in its side
And while wearing a birthday suit
You are singing a lullaby
Would it be nice
While laying on my favorite bed
On the second day
You're having some cups of tea
Reading my last poem
And would it be
Nicer
If
I
Was
Born,
A furry cat

Infectious diseases
are destructive
like muddy people
bandage with
decorative gift wrappers.

you see,
bended knees at twelve
buckets of liquor
and doubts
they see,
love was just a sin
and only just for two
but still,
why the heart
let to cull a two