memento #15

That day you’ve entered my solitude
with your predisposition to transgress
I was trying to complete a jigsaw puzzle
of the “The Bridal Pair With the Eiffel Tower”
between some scattered urges to repent.

You asked me for a glass of wine
and to be romantic as you remembered me.

I told you to get the butter…

(afterwards I was with you)

on top of that unfinished puzzle
on top of that dusty floor
on top of those broken memories,

between some scattered urges
to repent.

a melancholy #4

inspired by Nick Cave

I take off my headphones
and Rakhmaninov sinks,
vacating some room for monotonous buzz.

(a fan is blowing dead air at my face.)
dead, because it’s missing you.

I put my glasses away,
on my desk,
near a fresh drop of tea on its surface.

I’m tired.

Tired of seeking The Truth,
(seeking you!)
between lines of code,
radio waves
and infinite loops
of daily news.

(massaging my forehead and eyes)
and again, thinking of you.

No, you didn’t call.
No, I didn’t forget how you look, —
I simply never knew.

Another moment lost, while I’m longing for you.

and another went into the abyss, —
lacking a meaning of you.

Where have you been all these years
while I was nourishing blues?

ètude #23

— Operator, can you please stop the planet from spinning?
This is my station. I must get off.

— Can I just… let me just take my bag… Thank you!
— Excuse me.
— a pardon. I really didn’t see your foot.
— Excuse me!
— Yes, ma’am, I am getting off.

(astonished look)

— I can care less about your opinion, Schmuck!

(finally off)

Just me, superimposed over a banal scene:
of a man,
and his heavy bag,
and an empty street.

No! Not a street, —
rather a vector of indifference.

and the silence will be the room.
and the clock will be a friend, —
caring about any particular moments.

and your eyes will be two windows
to a memory.