His body mutilated by dogs
His black shiny coat is torn open to expose
Flesh underneath
He was an ordinary garden mole
Who tried to take
(No, not his own life)
But a peek at the daylight
At sun and sky
And smell the fragrant flowers
And as he cautiously pushed
His little head from the dark depths below
He was just trapped and killed
Because he might have spoiled the looks
Of a blind woman’s well manicured lawn
Tag: sun
Dissonance
The sun is still the same
That coward of a sun
Who hides behind its’ name
Who lurks behind grey clouds
While teasing from above
Its’ warmth so insincere
Its’ light so void of love
Its silly, shallow shine
Blinds me as I raise my head
And stare at its face
I force myself to smile
The Sun smiles coyly back
And blinded I look down
And think about my son
And try to keep it cool
And there far away
I know things are the same
Cars, kids and shabby trees
Façades of buildings, some ornate
Their dirty old courtyards
And smell of garbage, rot
Of strangers’ lives long lost
Of cursed unhappy fate
Discarded ice cream wrapper
A pool of urine in the corner
Abandoned doll, its blond head cracked open
(There are no brains inside)
Pigeons, those pesky rats with wings
Through a ground-floor window
An old wrinkled face stares at you
Amidst unneeded things
The window glass is dirty
A napping lazy cat
More trash and bottle caps
A bunch of kids run by
I leisurely walk
I envy them a lot
The sun is still above
Façades, inner courtyards, kids, cars
Discarded ice cream wrappers Discarded discount love
Aged whores and seedy bars
Of the most disreputable fame
It’s all the same but you’re not here
You’d never know that all is still the same
A Dream
I wink at the bright stars
I squint my eyes and stretch my hands
Towards the stars, and Sun, and Mars
Into the space that has no bounds
Soft wind, a warm refreshing breeze
Hugs, kisses and envelopes me
And wide expanse of azure sea
As if it were pleased to please
Ahead of me waves gently roll
Their salty spray is on my face
And jubilant is now my soul
So happy in the light’s embrace
Sea drops are on my cheeks, forehead
The past is gone without trace?
Come on, I thought that I am dead
There’s no hope, there’s no grace
All of a sudden I awake
It’s pitch dark here, my eyes are gone
It’s cold, it’s all been a mistake
Here where’s no dusk or dawn
Here is no time as one can tell
Here is no hope, here is no sense
The dead however dream as well
I’ll tell you that in confidence
When I go outdoors
When I go outdoors, it is always cloudy.
They tell me that I am wrong, it is a sunny day!
The Sun is warm and comforting and gay
In that old straight sense of the comic word
But all I see are clouds, intensely grey
And so I shyly pray to the Almighty Lord
And stuttering I beg, and plea, and say:
Please let me see what they all can see
That cheerful Sun
Please give me back my dear, my beloved son
He doesn’t answer, His silence is benign
He knows that all too well
Theirs is the Sun above but all the clouds are mine.
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