I took a train

After becoming ten, I started to travel by myself
to my grandparents; to a different town, by an afternoon train.

It was usually taking more than four hours to get there;
The train was moving slow, making a lot of stops.

I was eating sandwich with a few apples
while looking at the changing images behind the window.

Wheels were repeating their mantra again-and-again
“Thaa-dumm, thaa-dumm, thaa-dumm.”

an Old Car was squeaking, shrieking, whistling;
complaining about its monotonic lonely life.

“Bzzzzzzzzzzzzz”, “Wheeeeeeeeeeee”, “Psh-tss, Psh-tss.”
“Thaa-dumm, thaa-dumm, thaa-dumm.”

I was singing a song, and looking at sky.
It was changing its attire to an elegant Egyptian Blue.

“I am traveling to may grandma
to an ancient dusty town.

How do I know? How do I know?

She’ll put a kettle on a stove
to make some tea with a piece of lemon.

How do I know? How do I know?

She’ll open a jar with a white cherry marmalade
all for me, all for me!

I know, I know… ”

The conductor is announcing the last stop;
I’m already up, waiting by the door.

“Ding dong”


The cannibalistic axolotl

I knew a girl,
she wanted to lick everything she liked,
everything she wanted to behold if
she couldn’t reach a full mental grasp of it
using other senses.

I knew a man,
he ate his dreams, while he was asleep.
Once, he became so hungry
so he ate his soul;
and at the dawn of next morning
he died.

The cannibalistic axolotl
is a king of the night.

He knows everything in the world,
because he remembers the taste.

He knows when you need his experience,
but comes only to destroy
your paragons of virtue.

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

a sentient

I almost failed to remember
my obligation to see myself
withdrawing from my mental exile
in a self induced coma.

a State of the Union
Pharaoh’s Dance.

All buses are sponsored
and waiting under the bridge
away from the Eye of the Beholder
away from the Thunderstorm of Hail and Fire.

The path to the dystopian future
is laid out through the parting of mind.

(Sea of Reeds)

Don’t jest and perform miracles
while stuck in limbo
frozen in salto mortale
over abyss of self awareness.