Do you hear the calls of a boy
who went to a forest
with his parents,
on a sunny, delightful afternoon?
Playing in the woods
he heard a faint voice:
''Find the magic mushrooms!
Find the magic mushrooms!"
''What are the magic mushrooms?''
''They are magical,
give you power,
make you attractive,
and you won't need your parents
anymore!''
The boy looked at his parents,
busy talking and fondling,
and he started to walk off,
following the voice,
hypnotized
by tall trees,
deep scent of wood, and
vibrant colors.
Hours went by
and he suddenly realized
the voice was gone
the sun was setting behind trees,
shadows long and frightening,
mushrooms
all deadly and poisonous,
and he could not find
his way back
anymore.

Do you hear the calls of a man
still wandering
the deep dark forest?

Oh, father
where were you?
when I
with a broken back
and tearful eyes
crawled in shame

The boys were laughing

She, resting on one leg
maybe
watching him

He, lying on grass
alive?
Could be dead

Breeze, waiving water
searching
bamboos and canes

They, doing nothing
are,
hours and hours

Challenge rules the kingdom of reason
Compassion is the queen of heart
Indifference breaks the circle of suffering

That's about all ... but if you want more

Meaning rests within the arrow of time

The death, on its path, finds a monkey
searching for the fifth stone.

As a monkey starts grieving,
saying farewell to unilateral love,
the formless nightmares ease off.

Everything's alright, I say
in my most reassuring tone.
Then I let go of her hand
and look out the window
of the 24 hour diner

A deserted street,
an empty parking lot,
rows of gas pumps,
and a red neon sign,
Miller Lite

She shakes her head
says in the slightest voice
Happiness is a solitude, a mountain top
once you reach there
nowhere to go, but to descend

Time is elastic
like the ball
we used to play with
when we were kids
and the small, rooftop room
in grandma's house
filled with dusted magazines
and we would spend hours
if not days
reading them
watching their pictures
living their characters lives
and forgetting everything else
because time
is elastic
after all

You know that
in a day or two
--in several days,
if I am lucky--
everything will change
I won't email you,
won't talk to you,
I won't be able
to even look at you

So easy colors change
living with depression ...

Wanted to see me suffer?
Or don't you care anymore?
Now be a witness
Have you seen a heart unfold?
It first breaks
and after a few drinks,
it starts disintegrating
and covers miles and miles
You smoke a cigarette
and feel the void
where it used to be your heart
only a void
that nothing in the world
can fill

Act I: One

Giant pines are
dancing carelessly
Soon,
it will flow
all over me
and we'll be united
in indifferent coldness
of snow flurries
of winter gusts


Act II: Letter to Santa

Dear Santa,
Please ask North Pole winds
to take me to arctics
where my thoughts would freeze
and my soul would rest in peace
Coldest regards,
Lotus


Act III: Wolves

Night is descending
Something moves among trees
humming, hissing, and howling
just like an angry beast

It finds the demons inside me
they are circling around me
their eyes impatient
waiting for their feast

In a moment of weakness
they will attack me
tear me apart
salty sweat and ****** mist

I close my eyes
and see myself
at your door
asking
if you fancy a beer

Kitchen is to the right
as I imagined

I sit by a small table
and watch your grace
moving around

A sip of beer ...
I close my eyes
feel your trace
and breathe you in

Night is descending
Something moves among trees
humming, hissing, and howling
just like an angry beast

Finds my demons
circling around me
eyes impatient
waiting for their feast

A moment of weakness
and they attack me
tear me apart
salty sweat and blood mist

I divorced words
and with them
all I once loved
left behind