21/07/2014

air bubbles

between my bones and skin
there is everything that
keeps us apart
if you would take
a little needle
and blow some air in there
- it could remove it
- it could kill me
between my bones and skin
are all the words
we never say
it's almost like a religion
this silence of ours

go on
give me some air

15/07/2014

Sweden

it feels a little bit
as if I had come back
from Sweden
and it's not that anything
important would have happened
over there
nothing that would be worth putting a full stop
or emphasizing it
nothing worth the exclamation mark
yet still
if I were in Sweden
for the past couple of days
if I would have cleaned my dirty hands
with the pale Swedish grass
if I would have cling my finger tips
to the walls of the buildings
if I would have fill my lungs
with this white and thin air
then now it would be exactly
like that
- as if I had come back from there

empty
thin
and silent

08/07/2014

Purgatory

"Let's go to the church." That's what you say. Then you just shrug your shoulders and fill the space between us with question marks full of restlessness. Yes, let's go to the church. I nod and collect all of the words that got scattered across the room (I might need them later on). I lift myself from the chair while you - you are already at the door. Air between us shakes and trembles from the heat. Church can save us. Church with cold stone walls. Absolution from this day, redemption from our own hell. Let's go to the church.

Drops of sweat, dirt and profanum travel from my neck, through shoulders and somehow - on the way - disappear. Not all of it, I do not become a saint. This would be way too easy. I try to look at you without actually doing it. Your steps are longer than mine, your shadow so much bigger than the one I can cast. I know for a fact, that if I would ask you to let me hide in you (under you, next to you, with you) - you would agree. But I remain silent and just hide behind my sunglasses. I might only start walking a bit faster, not to stay behind, not to get lost.

There is a big stone bowl filled with water at the entrance. You gather some of it into your hands, blow at it to disinfect it and pour it into my mouth. Amen. Amen to all of these gods we do not believe in. I know I could smile, I know I could say 'thank you'. But the silence wrapped already its fat tail around my throat. So - no. Amen.

There are traces of other people’s sins all around us: they lay abandoned on the wooden benches, carelessly carved on the walls and floor, some reflect in the stained-glassed windows. I find a forgotten bible under my seat. "Open it", this is what you would say - if we weren't mute now.

I turn pages and really want to find a passage that will mean something, that will become a full stop to this day. A passage, a sentence, a word - that will allow us to break out from this ellipsis.

This is when you put your hand on mine and say: "Credo in spiritum sanctum". I nod and finally find my voice. Yes, jesus-joseph-and-mary, let's get some drinks.

Amen.

06/06/2014

if I stay

if I stay
will you not talk to me
for the first ten minutes
after we wake up
?
and will you
stay calm
when my face goes absent
and everything about me
gets so distant
?
if I stay
can we smoke at least
one cigarette
before we talk
about last night
?
if I stay
?...

(I close the door
quietly
- not to wake you up)

03/06/2014

don't stop me

it’s like
running on the water
barely touching
the surface
don’t stop me
or I will drown

26/05/2014

paradise lost

in my head
your face is blurred
as always
it’s not that
I don’t want
to remember
I do –
- but can’t
I put cucumber
on my eyelids
trying to preserve
the images of the day
I leave post it notes
on the lamp posts
when I walk home
I sing to myself
our conversations
and the lack of them
your name is the one
I write on the back
of the motel bible
together with Jesus
you stand for my sins

and oh Christ...
at the dawn
I still can’t recall
your faces

22/04/2014

*** (let's just forget ourselves)

let’s just forget ourselves
you - me
and me – you
because there are
no words
to describe us
together
let’s forget ourselves
and get drunk
on our own
you
and I
at the Korsakoff’s place
where every empty bottle
stands for every empty promise
and every smoked cigarette
is an anaesthetic
let’s just forget our
past selves
and what we could have become
…
forgetting to forget
we start reading
thesaurus.
darling -
- pass me the light...