To M, to W
Look, no friends, no lovers,
Just the wildest echo from them all,
The skies so shaky, grim ladies out and about,
Clouds ’n’waves holding knives, words in shambles,
Or midnight’s future, as light’s telling her tales,
Her outlandish praise to darkness-
But why are they playing so hard tonight
Along that windy road to north of evil, south of deceit,
Endless meadows, or an endless demise,
While she’s giving them lost sudden stares
Akin to scorn, or fireworks, and clouds waves stares,
All of them meandering through her Styx of unwise choices-
Oh, the trees, you mean, well, they’re gulping the rain,
Such boozy tipplers, but her soul is not,
Lost among doubts and dreams all dressed to the nines,
In such a trepid wait for their paramours
On the background, but they’re not coming over,
Only an evil headache on the outskirts of secrets’n’lies,
When poetry’s just like a butterfly’s wingbeat,
And the air is being harassed by rotten thingies,
Strolling lovers, blazing rows with the summer breeze,
Styrofoam cups of coffee, toddlers, smartphones,
The heralds of an impending spring,
And a murderous summer-
Such a shame winter left early, that cranky grandad,
Such a shame her soul can speak the only words
She learned from angels and fire, if clouds and waves
Get only that stale food, love as a faint countermelody,
Gray domestic interiors and the looks of the beggars-
Listen, no biggie, as she’ll simply go all ooohhs and ahhas About a sky who lets old people chewing chunks
Of life like no tomorrow, toddlers go missing,
Nothing else, when her soul’s on a dash, detached yet fierce,
Leaping high on her knees, dying for midnight’s future,
Maybe just a fag from clouds’n’waves, or a bloody evil life.
*******
To M, to W
Bare threads, while God goes mad
At those hidden frames of stars, your mind,
And no sympathy from the blue tonight,
He never bothers with waves, clouds, shadows,
A steely white anger set on keeping light at bay
From a deep blue sky-
Yes, she’s like the moon, bit prettier maybe,
As she stumbles on eerie clouds, techno gadgets
Scattered all over uncharted skies
Of slain moons, fractured families
Where lovers throw at each other
Shrieks, doubts, why this, why that, and fears,
Colours, scents, a roller-coaster among those hours
Of dark gossips, unsettling tales,
When dishevelled ghosts stop halfway on the road
Eager for a scam, and dear green lizards are busy dying-
So what?
C’mon now, let’s bring some love
To nights, last stands, flat owners and their spats,
Funfairs, demise, let’s fly away with books,
Your shapeless butterflies-
Only, soul, don’t bite the sky, the light’s so hard,
So blind at sunset, don’t wear your heart on your sleeve-
Tattered hearts, stained sleeves, mind:
Don’t stare at them, don’t go all dreamy, and wistful,
See those skinny blondes, leggy blondes, bitchy blondes?
Take your pick, one of them is life-
But where the hell is her dried youth,
That skinny girl riding a bike, hair in braids,
Shades on, just to end the job, be done
With walls, skies, always blind to your cries for mercy-
Nothing else, I’m afraid, yet you keep lending
Your stares to life, yes, your stares, breezily,
Almost nonchalantly, like a disenchanted player-
Let’s face it, folks, she’ll stay helpless
For all that many stares, cries, and whatnot.
*******
To M, to W, to S
She deals with them, yet she’s helpless,
Blue shadows-
Now chillax, you smashing moon, ask yourself
Why they show no mercy at all to her,
Why she never snatched a handful of sky,
A cup filled with clouds up to the brim, with clouds,
When she strived to be a sky hoarder,
And failed big time-
So what? No big deal, just buskers, beggars,
Misplaced souls, lost mobiles,
And food, food all over the place,
All over her mind, while you wonder,
Can radiance strive for a better life?
Maybe, if her soul sets forth to her words, once again,
Think Odysseus back to his place, his wife-
No, if demise suddenly hits so grim,
Your reckless hero who never forgives-
Oh, and let’s mention all those shades,
The blue innuendos blowing by
Close to the wind, just to fade away in two shakes-
Yes, words, her flighty friends who keep shaking
Stars ’n’fires in a deep wait for life,
Just make do with ‘em,
If you can’t get the innards of life-
Who knows, maybe one day, as ever all tangled up
In her blue she’ll grab shards from the sky
Just to glare at Him, maybe her epiphany,
Maybe her scant blue demise, if she ever gets
God gave us so many works
Against her lousy collections,
And one of them is the moon,
The smartest deceiver of dreams, hopes,
Who never clears the rubble
If the wind keeps snatching your words,
Your flashing ring of blue, the nastiest turn
For her mind, her soul, of course.
