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Tuesday 12 July 2011

OPEN WINDOW


After all the sunshine came in,
only dust settled in.

I still kept it open,
in spite of the rain,
the wind,
the bugs,
the excessive light from the lamp post at night,
from the moon shine,
from the planes that never landed for me,
from the derisive, twinkling stars.

It is still open, but nobody comes in.

Wednesday 6 July 2011

LOST CONNECTION


S: I just wanted to know if you were ok.
C: I'm ok.
S: I wonder why I wanted to contact you again, I may hurt you once more...
C: Yeah, I wondered that too.
S: Beep... beep... beep...
OV: Sorry, you've lost connection.
C: Shit! Again!

Monday 4 July 2011

ANGSTORM


It starts slowly:
grey clouds of doubt,
tiny, spaced droplets of unpaid bills,
gushes of unhappy thoughts.

It soon speeds as the debt raindrops grow larger and closer to each other.

Suddenly you are drowned in
debts, doubts, anguish, anxiety
and the big downfall of unemployment.

It lasts for a long while,
blackening the horizon,
making things seem bleak,
hopeless. Pointless.

You pray for peace, for calmness.
(The worst storms come at night,
so praying for the sun is out of question.)
A phone may ring, a mail may appear,
only good news --and maybe a large surprising inheritance--
can peace the riot inside my head.

Saturday 2 July 2011

PEN ACTS


Written sometime in February 2011

The pen got stuck on the paper
it didn't know where to go
or what to do.
I just lifted it and it left a dot.
A harmless and lonely dot.
It may have many meanings,
but let's face it, it's just a dot.
Harmless.
Pen draw another,
and another,
and another,
and another,
and another.
Harmless, lonely, little dots.

Only now they formed a constellation.
and they can be quite suggestive.
Pen joined the dots.
Up came a first letter.
Why fooling around any longer?
I took it and wrote your name.
Then pen filled the spaces in the a and in the e.
It closed and filled the n.
Not happy enough it drew with its black ink between the rest of the letters.
It enclosed your name in a black box -long and narrow.
It covered your name until I could see it outstanding somehow.
And suddenly I saw the grave where you lay.

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