To smile at the carnation,
So gallantly growing,
At peace with this world.
In silence...
I tune in a short conversation
Between minds and bodies -
Incredibly cold.

My heart has surrendered
To nightingale's song.
I dream of Rhode Island...
I'm leaving! So long!

The winds of Sonora,
My nannies and friends.
My love for Evora -
My tears know no end.

The shadows of Mordor,
With sunrise they fade.
Grace, Kindness and Splendour:
Three Buddhas in jade.

I feed roastede pidgeone
To poor ryebread crumbs.
Avoiding curmudgeons,
I'm playing professional dumb.

Caressing the grass-blades,
I live in a drop.
Arcadian arcade:
There, God has no job.

In hurting the Nature
We drain our souls.
Let’s all at once cease
Being ignorant ghouls.

...To stroke the carnation,
To gently kiss buds.
To eat simple meals
Like lentils and spuds.

To carry some water,
To chop down some trees.
To stop feeling rotten.
My soul is at peace.

The time is forever,
The purpose is now.
No “when” and no “where”,
No “why” and no “how”.

The light effervescent,
The sound circumaural,
The hearts ever-pleasant,
The dreams polynomial.

...Collapsing eternity,
Upheaving humanity,
Rock-bottom fraternity,
Defying the gravity.

Creative destruction
Is staunchly forbidding.
The wisdom of ancients
Is widely-misleading.

Depleting our anger
Is key to survival.
Harnessing the hunger,
Improptu revival.

Combustion of senses,
Precarious laughter.
Incurable sepsis,
Delirious canter.

Regrets are forgotten,
Bright days are all-cherished.
Let’s live unbegotten
Until we all perish.

13.06.2012

He was my light on the darkest night
My love from up above
My reason to wake up in the morning
He made my world rotate on its axis
His moods the seasons of the Earth.
He was my world.

a y e a r
Improptu
As sincerely as possible He says
"Elizabeth, I'm glad I'm with you.
Happy anniversary,"
With eyes like melted chocolate

m o n t h s  g o  b y
Inch by inch,
He inched away
Withdrawing from my world
Like a terminal patient
I clung onto my God
Believed He could see my pain
What He was doing to me
He would stop!
All would be well!

My World became so cold as He withdrew
The chills
The silence
The unending tears
He became bare
To any ornament of grace I have ever known
He imploded
And I was the collateral damage

Confusion wracked my mind for weeks
Which turned into months
Which morphed to anger and resent
How was this caring?
I put in all my faith and I was let down

This is why I'm not religious.

when in st. petersburg the strangest thing
occurred -
            well, it wasn't so much strange
as a telling of russian hospitality -
well, it wasn't exactly a case of hospitality -
just your everyday authenticity of
the people...
russians actually had an uber "app."
before the anglosphere took to monitising
in on it...
             you can always catch an improptu
taxi ride from a stranger,
   you just ask whether they're going
in the same direction...
            you can't even begin to imagine
the loss of inhibition with strangers that
actually aren't a: ted bundy...
         uber impromptu - no app. -
just a hand outstretched in the city -
          it's urban hitchhiking -
               but you pay, out of courtesy -
no app. no dispute between cabbies or
these internet conglomerates -
           mind you, i did wake up early today,
drank some milk, ate some yogurt -
slumbered for a while,
was immersed in glee anticipating scotland
beating australia at rugby...
the first red card, send off for an aussie
jaw-breaking tackle of the shoulder slammed
against the face...
                   still...
                                 russian uber...
who would have thought that some people
actually have an ****** tendency to help
unassuming strangers, and require
no technological extension that demodifies
them from **** deus to **** techno -
                  far beyond the incarnate sapiens -
it seems that in st. petersburg everyone is
a part-time taxi driver,
                                   on the spot,
out of the blue, immediately, un-repentant -
no contract other than the unspoken
social norm; nice to see people so
meshed up, immersed in each other -
          people talking to each other,
rather than in twitter-twatter sphere of
talking, yes, but rather talking
       at each other.

i came here to cast a shadow: to burden, by overshadowing meager efforts of improptu.*

yesterday i was burning a "tattoo"
into my right hand with
a cigarette,
   which i later extinguished it on...
today i was clenching
a ice cube in the same hand -
clenched...
    the similitary of the pain was almost
undistinguishable...
so...
      who said hell was all about fire
and bbq? i tend to imagine hell
       as a solar eclipse, and as snow
and ice... the cold can prolong the pinch
of pain for much longer...
  plus it numbs,
unlike fire, where you're running around
like some frantic maniac.

god, americans and their
acronym fetish...
     i still haven't read
   a word of stephen king;
it appears...
     only louise ciccone
paid for the "concept"
of fame...
        me?
              just burped and had
a gravity experience
trying to look for
a swing...
        that hit me on my head
when i was 6...
     but you know:
never mind...
                tanz!
           one of those words
"borrowed" from german...
  tanz!
             and suddenly an
orchestra appears...
              tanz!
             one or two pompons
later,
  some snow, and a dance
improptu in the form of
tanz... well...
      it's not exactly a wagner
gesticulation...
       but there isn't
a bunny moment
to misnomer
         heath ledger
     as hugh hefner...
   + a prolonged pause
      consisting of:
         the dog died, the leash
was born.
acronyms as in:
       the lost art of spelling?
why don't they simply call
it oh-hi-oh...
      i'm pretty sure
most of russia is the "bit"
of encompassing the ural mountain
nightmare of a border...
   the rest?
           that's fake russia,
                           i.e. asia.
acronyms... ****...
     the easiest access to, cipher.
U / S A
U / S A
     GO AWE AYE!
        i bow before cats attempting
to fall asleep...
         now the talking point,
   it's this a matter of:
acronyms being the safest
             form of cipher.