The universe was made for you and I,
And destiny created to make our lives wry.
But we'll alter and change it,
To make unexpect obsolete,
Emotions depleted,
And reign of deceit.

To conjure a harmony,
Out of darkness and void,
And then to diminish,
Cast out, like it never existed before.

While far astray fiery stars,
End their eternity,
And from entire systems,
Remain only shards.
The dried out sun now stares with all light vanished,
For in a dead world all blackouts are vanquished.

A slur against vast, devouring the mass,
Dissecting the rain, like a shattered glass,
The path of a blur - either twisted or devious,
But essence of universe is violent and vigorous.

look into the morning mirror
slow shave and study dull eyes
looking back



a floor full of masks the passed ones may have dropped
he falls onto the ceiling, nose pressed onto the frieze
and she puts on heavy-shoes and has to hook him back downwards
it takes morning starch and bitter coffee to make ceiling dust shy
fashion is thrown out on its cracked sheen
as the carried mode entails only generic style and empirical fall



Let me sniff your armpit
Let me sniff it, please
I'm looking at you stand before my eyes
I see you right here.. before my very eyes



a pigeon on a windowsill
such a lovely unexpect!
it flies inside - harmony beheld
creates a stir
into a pane, stunned.. and life is expectorated
disposal wants to occur too fast and something
                                                                          
            breaks inside him

system slave runs forward, grabs its soul
and hurries out slow

gray panels of cement amidst more gray panels
lodged between silvery towers and metal clink
olfactory-core comes nerve alive

( . . . )




he stands before the glass and looks upon her face
whose eyes may show no grief
clothed in vest and heavy foot
he unclips the last vestige
fully cognisant
and off he goes
to shock of passerby
he looks up to see the truest, bluest sky


and looks down to see the small figure
of her
receding.. receding.. receding ..




duty of kissing ceilingdust is in the past and

so is
living in slow-reverse

The rhythm of our rain is spastic,
Unexpect the worse,
Feel the drops on your eyes,
Feel their abstract drift down your face,
Palpable as the day we met,

Never see the next drop coming,
But always dry off for more.

To Die
To Suffer
To Create
To Invent
To Improvise
To Fail
To Quit
To Struggle
To Survive
To Relive
To Embrace
To Erase
To Play
To Enjoy
To Have
To Nothing
To Coldness
To Regret  
To Unexpect
To Hopeless
To Faith
To Dream
To Shame
To Drain
To Death