Incest. Another Love one Hundred Twenty Five.

Incest.

 

Another Love One Hundred Twenty Five.

 

 

 

Life’s bedside story to lullaby the Capricorn. “Passion is always slashing. It’s not for family folk that goes forth multiplying. It lives happily ever after while Romeo and Juliet craved for  different kinds of love. All laws of human nature are concepts and stereotypes put into industrial terms. I’ve never been Mother Teresa.  I don’t want a collective image. I want to stage exceptions. The director will be the bitch, the so-called Love. My characters will play drama  while audience will laugh”. “Fate drama or fake drama? Nobody laughs at fate”.”If the audience isn’t persuaded, the true drama will look fake. It all depends on their skills. On my stage nobody will play so he can pay his bills”.

 

 

 

 

 

 

“I was a stranger in the strangers’ cries,

Some cries were light-years farther than my planet,

Behind the veil of darkness,

Under the barefooted stars,

I claimed the royalty of love,

After we had given a promise to each other,

Relentlessly I looked for it,

Where was love?

I didn’t feel being tired,

The quest enchanted us,

There was nothing new,

You haven’t known yet,

It was a rock star life variety around,

All zombies wore high heels,

Being pumped with self-esteem,

They preached the alien religion,

According to its postulates,

Proclaimed by the Red Planet Witch,

Some brains had chlorophyll,

Filling big gaps and cracks,

Exposed to the sun,

Thoughts greened,

As a result they got extremely dangerous,

Ties looked like nooses,

Under the generations of blue ice,

The mercury was stuck in place,

Showing beauty minus thirty,

For the first time I heard the longest words,

Whose vowels were howling and plotty,

They could fill and abduct all living spaces,

They could compete against the trans-Siberian express,

But no way were they much longer,

Than the love vows we had made,

On sleepless nights when their only tooth ached badly,

Some loving vassals had much talent in the paws,

They painted him with stings, claws and antennas,

Also they knitted scarves,

Sighing about him blessing the happiest of socks,

The gifts of honor were handcrafted goodies,

Precariously knitted scarves were hits,

They were handcrafted sweethearts’ lassos,

That might bring closer two hearts,

Next time, my Lord, do not look down,

On heart-shaped pillows and quilts,

They’re proved to be fertile and useful,

His quilt had much fertility on it”.