questions #8

a chaotic map
of roads,
sidewalks,
hidden passages,
roundabouts,
illegal U-turns,
driveways.

and the irony is,
that someone already
walked that map,
before.

and the irony is
that someone already
learned that the pain has
a different grip,
and the blood
has a different taste
in the mouth,
before.

and the irony is,
that someone already
knows what will be
in the end,
before.

but can’t show you
the right way to stop,
and tell you if it
hurts
or
not.

the inanity (part #7)

I’m patient.
Yes, I am patient.

I can calmly wait in the line to urinals,
and mumble “God’s gonna cut you down”,
while you’re struggling with your neglected prostatitis.

I can wait,
while the coldness of the restroom
is embracing my quiddity;
putting me in the center of the Universe
or its outskirts.
(depends on a ventilation).

I’m not Johnny Cash,
I’m not wearing black
I wasn’t blessed with calm bass-baritone.

but I can wait,
without knowing people’s faces
behind the toilet doors
or their shivering bodies
making a gestalt image of a macrocosm
(again, depends on a ventilation).

or only an exosomatic memory, —
recorded on the misted mirror.