"bathyscaphe" poems
On a large,
Dead and cold
Stone,
Burned by emptiness.
Which is capable to influence the seas.
You
Feverishly whisper magic spells
In hope to change everything.
Our destiny went in cycles
By the nauseous drama scenario.
The oblivion holds our values and dreams in its teeth.
They
Considered that it is an illness -
To run towards tails of comets.
Maybe they were right after all,
Because our force disappeared,
We slowly descend into "nothing".
Air in our space suits comes to an end,
Our bathyscaphe is drowned in abyss.
Do you remember?
Those coward laughed and called a "bravado"
Our desperate flight to the moon?
You...
You call me "the last",
Life - a box of sweets.
Those, others, who believe in nonsense and brands,
You forgot, as if they were never existed.
I don't know why we laugh.
To see the truth - is it a gift or simply a defect?
I don't know,
Why all of us are fighting,
But only against our selfs.
Musician
Untuned a guitar.
On a scene he is drilled by a stare of abyss.
All of their books and stories is just an useless chronicle
of apes.
Strange,
Those who were invaluable were sold,
They ran on an aimless road and their armor have broken.
Those "Bandar-logs"
are seated and looking
On dances of mighty Kaa.
I hold you,
And stars laugh.
And space laughs loudly, hiding the book of secrets.
For them - we are only people
Comers from anywhere
And left in nowhere.
Apr 29, 2014
Apr 29, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
Envers et contre
L'oeil de ton cyclone
Je me fraie un chemin
Entre les eaux qui montent
Entre les eaux qui courent
Entre les vents qui noient
Irresistiblement.
Envers et contre
Le néant du cataclysme qui s' annonce
Dans mon bathyscaphe j'avance
Je ne distingue plus terre
C'est la pleine mer
Et pourtant je suis en haut des terres
Sur la ligne de crête frêle
En équilibre précaire
Envers et contre l'abîme.
Envers et contre le roulis
J'avance millimétriquement
Lentement mais sûrement
Le navire tangue sans cris
Et l'horizon est invisible et muet
Et tel un scaphandrier
Je cingle en eaux profondes
Envers et contre tout
Envers et contre toi
Dans un silence sans clapotis
J'abandonne la distance :
Je sourds.
Sep 6, 2019
Sep 6, 2019 at 12:27 AM UTC
Some say it widens quick
as my fingernails grow and
by the time I die the height of me
has been added to its width
so toss me off the ship
slip me past seaweed grasps
and test this hypothesis.
Some say it can fit in Everest
with a mile to spare
while I did not find the time
or, perhaps, care
to feet it’s summit this tick of the Rolex
this pound of pressure applied
per inch of capillary.
But even here
where bathyscaphe meets hydrosphere
where sunlight is cinema
where goblin sharks gobble darkness
an anglerfish pours it's torch
over basecamp wishing
loneliness was an antidote
for altitude sickness.
My how magnanimous magma
makes me miss my mama,
subducted and spewed out
drawn down from cold to heat
and reborn as calamansi cocktails
at a shackbar on the beach.
Jun 21, 2022
Jun 21, 2022 at 7:05 AM UTC