On Seven train platform

On Seven train platform is quiet.
On Seven train platform everything remains without change.
On Seven train platform a homeless man in red jacket
is sleeping on a bench in twisted pose.

On Seven train platform is empty.
On Seven train platform time stopped.
On Seven train platform a robot woman is announcing weather.

On Seven train platform you don’t feel any pain.
On Seven train platform you can’t see the sky.
On Seven train platform is only allowed to wait,
but with your mouth shut.

To Seven train platform a train never comes.

a melancholy #5

An imbalance of adrenaline and melatonin.
Circling in pairs
In the North-West direction.
She wanted a crown of pearls,
but he gave her a pot of geraniums.

They lived, yet not long enough,
probably because they didn’t post enough cat pics.
They were drawing the air, but it turned into
a raging fire, and everything around was burning
while the trees were crying aloud.

It’s hot in the city during the second half
of this summer. An asphalt is melting in tired muscles,
And you can hear the mourning of the mute alarm.
While he was looking for Nirvana in the nerves of the subway,
She found her peace in the metaphor of Hexogen.

Inside – Around

Inside:
I’ll rescind myself from further
meandering between right or wrong,
and let my consciousness
to have a tête-à-tête with my eternal
soul, while my intoxicated body will be
occupying an empty couch in the nucleus of
the void of your universal love.

Around:
a witchcraft is slowly turning into
a witch-hunt; Rangers won
and Devils lost.

Fighting social demons
by bashing gravestones.

Do you hear, – a cancer growing?
Do you hear how your exuberance is leaking
from the ventricles of days?

Inside – Around:
a self-induced consolation.

an umbilical cord
a needle on top of the syringe
just a few ways to convey
an anti-Truth serum.

an art of creation, – passe
an art of destruction, – a novelty

one good thing, – NASA had discovered planets
that might support life.

another good thing, – we’re not there yet.