#remoteness
at standard cruising altitude
sipping my digestive
after a quite decent hot lunch
on the flight from Vienna to Athens
I gaze through the scratched
double plexiglass bulleye
shielding me from the outside world
and try to pierce the blinding haze
of a lazy spring afternoon
hiding from me
the people shot by snipers
the shelling of suburbs
the burning houses
the crowded hospitals
of Sarajevo, Gorazde, Mostar, Zadar ...
suspended in diffuse light
all I can see is
the silhouette of an occasional
snow-capped mountain range
there is no sign
of human suffering
May 1992
Apr 26, 2015
Apr 26, 2015 at 3:47 PM UTC
for years I have felt of stone
pale, grey-veined marble untouched by bare hands
separated by barriers tangible and otherwise
my skin was lusting for the heat of humanity
I missed you the way a stillborn misses the intake of breath
until the day you invited me into your bed and
took a chisel to my heart and head
these cracks run deep
you can be found in the magma below my belly button
the pure pumice coming from between my lips
I may have jagged ridges with the power to cut
because I am viscous yet
may you dance through these fractures like water and soften my edges
Oct 14, 2014
Oct 14, 2014 at 2:25 AM UTC