tea

silence prolongs

and we sit immobile

with only our reflections

dark and out of shape

dancing on the window glass

I look at the empty cups

and not quite fairly

I blame them for this silence

I focus all my attention

on the kettle

you light another cigarette

to hide behind the smoke

[kʌnt]

my mouth is filled

with the darkness

and thirty two teeth

I nod to everything

and I am very agreeable

in my absence

I sit back to back

with myself

and we merge into

each other

unity of free will

and determinism

I can’t hear any of you

through all the commotion

my rattling mind

makes inside

my head

I can’t answer to any of you

my mouth knows only

the shape

of the swear words

and how to howl

I rather stay in this

dark room

with these

dark eyes

with the dark sky above me

and the darkness within me

butterflies

it starts somewhere

inside

like stomach rumble

somewhere between the liver

and one of the kidneys

in the darkness

that only blood can give

in the explosion of haemoglobin

to the rhythm of the heart

it ascends

and when it reaches

solar plexus

it becomes cold

and bitter

when it gets to the throat

it is hard to breathe

it is hard to swallow saliva

it is hard to keep your eyes

open

it forces itself

through the clenched teeth

and pushes all the air outside

so loud

and so long

inarticulate sound

form one

stripped of everything

scream

…

thousands of butterflies

move their wings

slow-motion

everything slowed down a bit

- my breathe

- my heartbeat

- the way my hair

grows

everything slowed down a bit

silenced itself

became solid as concrete

and now my face

crumbles with every

blink

cracks

and changes into dust

everything slowed down a bit

inhale and exhale

lasts eons

and only cigarettes

always seem too short

everything slowed down a bit

and I try

with my cold fingers

to arrange my lips

into a smile

my foot moves

in the rhythm

that imitates my pulse

Sunday

Sunday.

taken away from the world.

because the world is.

and there are streets.

and there are bridges.

and buildings.

people inside

and in front of them.

sun pierces the sky

sunrays

touch the ground

and our frozen

breaths.

we ride buses

talk

and stay silent.

every word is needed

every pause – necessary.

sundown.

day comes to the end.

the world still is.

ravens

we used to send ravens to each other

with shiny beaks

and black feathers

that hid them from the unwanted eyes

we used to send ravens at night time

as if the black void

could protect them

from all the radars

we used to send ravens to each other

even when we knew

they won’t find

the way

their feathers became grey and white

and bones ever so light

when they fell

they looked like falling stars

*** (in a mess of a moment)

in a mess of a moment

I say things that I should keep to myself

I allow my bones to pierce my skin a little bit more

in a mess of a moment

everything that is inside

makes an attempt

to see the sun

and the sky

and the stars

in a mess of a moment

I exhale too long

…

there is nothing left

and it feels so clean

so empty

so calm

for a moment