Every House Has Inexplicable
Noises.
Hating Ones.
It’s a silhouette in the
doorway,
Someone has come to see
you,
Someone is paying a
visit,
That has been paid in
kind,
It’s kind of you to stay
at homeless home,
Leaving open the front wound,
Silence and sloth are
big virtues,
They are my sacred
rights,
If it were an inspector,
He would interrogate
you,
‘The moment she
realized,
All that happened was
only a game,
Where were you last
night?’
Your alibi would be confusing,
It would be accurate mimicking
you,
‘Where was I?
Between the legs of
night,
I couldn’t decide which
road to choose,
I recommend them both,
As you know I’m always boozing,
My choice was
satisfying,
Have I spared the life
of your cat?’
Empty bottles are piled
in the corner,
Witnessing they would
lie,
Incriminating ‘not
guilty’,
It is your silent
verdict,
I will be your alibi,
I’m your ally somehow,
Don’t pray for me but…
If it were a paparazzi,
He would ask you a
stupid question,
If Cher is still alive,
I look like my new decoration,
Not like your torn
jeans,
A ghosting hand wanders,
Let’s plan a trip
together,
Gliding across black
satin frills,
I’m an ideal woman,
For any man on Earth,
I am a poet,
An occupant,
A colonizer,
Living on cloud nine,
To the right of the dying
world,
To the left of the unexplored,
Your place is noisy and
brooding,
Raising up in the hot
sky,
When you get tired of
smiling,
Start walking on tiptoes,
Don’t slam the front
door,
At the first opportunity
run,
I will save you the best
seat,
Minding only your motion
sickness,
Since when you prefer an
aisle seat?
You are an invincible
flirt,
But for you I can be a
coquette,
Before you are deadly
bored,
Devouring someone else,
Seeking your next
victim,
I’ll give you a quick
tour,
Under the sprinkles of
meteorites,
Since the cloud became
white,
Local lovers have kept a
tryst,
Being unfaithful to each
other,
Exclusively in daylight,
Being faithful to one
another,
In the hours of blind night.
