an introspection

so we lived
and we laughed
and we cried

and our heads were aslant
and our smiles were wry
and our eyes were impudent and dry

and all our limbs, were not our limbs
and all our thoughts were prosthetic

so we lived
and the serpent was naked too

and my baggy pants were the witnesses to the trespass
and all the sand from sand-clocks won’t be enough
to bury our guilt

and the Death has forsaken us
in our castles of dirt


and Joseph became second to the Pharaoh
and the father has found his son

and the Messiah is waiting by the gates of the City
with his lepers

so we lived

no feelings

an introverted morning
a lukewarm coffee
I’m on the bus
you’re waiting

an airport
just quickly passing
meet me at the terminal
we’ll watch departing airplanes together
our minds
are also departing
in opposite directions
no hard feelings
no hard feelings

a therapy for losers
a monotonic skyline
of the City

a maculated night
a barren morning
I’m aimlessly fumbling in my pockets
you’re looking at the oversized baby
on the poster

no hard feelings
no hard feelings

no feelings