What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Building The Taj Mahal

 

My ideas were enthusiastic,

My works brought me quite decent bucks,

In the blink of Fortuna’s eye,

They all were sold out,

All my projects became profit,

I simply did my original  thinking,

My crowd cheered ‘Hurray!’

I didn’t slip on diamonds,

But for me it was more than enough,

At times I tripped over,

Slipping on spilt acid,

Disadvantages of being famous,

Hazards of the profession,

As to the rest I felt God,

She always was in the middle,

Meddling in my writing and other doings as well,

She knew nothing about business,

Nevertheless I was sure,

She knew something very important,

Always elusive and often indecent,

About completion of dreams,

It was the knowledge,

 I needed like hell,

We aspired to build,

Something grand in the graveyard,

In the venue morticians’ pageant took place,

Only a crypt was allowed,

We aspired to build the Taj Mahal,

The exclusive all love star digs,

On pain of death they destined a law,

Towers mustn’t be built,

We would have leased it to our common acquaintance,

Eternity would have been rent,

We dreamt about being landlords,

We looked at Death and saw our tenant,

We made convertible thoughts,

Sometimes I hesitated,

Insecurity preyed on me,

She gave me the most off topic advice,

She always took me far from the center,

What everyone saw was only a fetus,

I saw a fetus with its placenta,

In hard times she used to say,

Kicking my focus of trust,

 ‘I’m the most marvelous woman,

But my powers are not crescent,

You fantasies are their limits,

When your dreams start,

I am helpless,

You are the most magical man,

Many may love me,

Much more may love you,

The most important thing is that you are in love with me,

While I am in love with you,

Anything pseudo sells,

Illusions have made   you name, 

Trust every thought you make,

Answer the question,

Why do you love me?

Take it easy and write,

Consider me your inner voice,

I do exactly the same’.

 

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Love Must Be A Bestseller

 

‘I would have loved at no charge or for money,

I was not satisfied with the demand,

I couldn’t make my love to be a bestseller,

That’s why I became a writer,

To make a bestseller of words,

Promising scary heavenly love,

Framed by camelback question scars,

When somebody loves for money,

Nobody says ’You are a  fool’,

When somebody writes for money,

Nobody laughs calling them names,

‘He’s a desperate graphomaniac’,

Nobody says,

‘She has hysterical fits,

Pretending to be in love’,

When somebody loves and writes for money,

They don’t die for a voice,

They don’t wait for SMS,

They wait for a phone call,

Business proposals, interesting offers,

  Mutuality at its best,

No one expects the worst,

When somebody loves and writes for money,

They are a reference,

They are professionals,

They are treated with reverence and all due respect,

A bad deal may damage your wallet,

It will never damage your heart,

It will never poison your head,

They sell because they are bought,

Nobody says this in public,

Everyone hunts paid love,

It can be naked and shy,

It can be stripped and prideful,

It might be dressed up in words,

It  hides among black feathers,

 People highly respect something,

Only if it has high cost,

That’s why I became an author,

My love was not wanted,

My words were  wanted a lot,

Everyone loves paid love,

My love talked  raven sounds,

I stopped to be a space writer,

I created and lived on the moon,

That year I must have sleepwalked all the time,

Everyone bought,

I sold,

I hadn’t solved yet the dilemma,

What was to be changed,

Who was to be saved,

But one day I certainly would,

I knew I would save the world.

By writing my best book,

I was adopted by Holy Father,

Jesus Christ was my elder bro,

My patron was Holy Spirit,

And Virgin Mary was my ever forgiving and ever crying…’

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

 

One Buck Reality

 

 

 ‘You know I will,

Because I am,

I follow your advice,

 I’ve grown my claws long, strong and nice,

The rest is well-groomed either,

Also I’ve sharpened my fangs,

Reviving the natural size,

I look heartwarming, my Kaiser’,

‘I hate your platinum orgy,

I hate a well-groomed lawn,

Go to your cartoon paradise,

I wish you a sodomized night,

As opposed to my heart,

For you my hate will be wide open,

The gates of my hell will be shut up,

Don’t curl up at my front gore,

                                          Don’t beg me,                   

Don’t whine ‘Please, take me back’,

She seals the truce with a kiss,

On her way to the bathroom door,

 ‘After everything that you have done,

I don’t feel alone,

I get high on the fact that despite any crime,

You and I has never changed,

You and I are never modern,

You know I deeply love you’,

‘I’m glad you’ve understood,

The higher love is,

The lower kisses are,

Prove it,

Trading me for the fake bliss’,

‘Until I come, continue to soak,

And don’t change your mind,

I want to be loved in a moth-eaten way,

When people do not penetrate,

But understand each other’s sighs,

When you are drunk, you are a sweetie,

When you have a hangover, I can’t resist,

We sail in the same boat,

Why would we make a hole in our common hull?

We will end up being food for hungry and desperate fish’,

The shower curtain falls on histrionic bath talks,

To my brain cells standing ovation,

It tastes like the lost paradise,

Let’s insert ‘so to speak’,

I am predisposed to be too dramatic,

My lost paradise can’t be lost,

It always finds its way home,

Slightly cockeyed and juiced,

 Before cracking sunrise,

Why do we live like this?

Are we in love?

Are we in pain?

I stare at my nude…,

For the first time back then,

I understood,

The best things in life were rhetorical and comic,

I asked the mirror,

About what happened,

Why did I start to poke at words?

Mirrors like no one else knew all the answers,

The mirror said the everlasting and ever single word,

‘Love’.

 

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Amphibian Feelings

 

 

 

‘I take a glimpse of her naked body,

Before it disappears,

In a second it's getting dressed,

In  the veil of warm water jets,

I have an urge to be foam and bubbles,

I feel I am a lover,

A shower gel,

But right now I am a roommate,

I can  step into the water,

Clinging to her light damp,

For a moment I will be a full-time extorter,

I will be extorting,

Unprecedented and  all-time  pleasure,

I call it earthbound and down romance,

I will turn into a pagan,

Dancing in intimate trance,

It happened before in this bathtub,

I remembered myself existing in her,

It happened so many times,

I can be an amphibian creature,

After my prey prays no more,

I will disappear under the water,

But right now,

I am a peeping roommate,
I drill  holes in the waterfall veil,

Growing raping thoughts,

My only feel is a razor,

Wandering lonely upon my cheeks,

My crave is passing by,

She is in a hurry,

I brush my longing teeth,

My bird abandons a cage,

On the grounds of taking care,

Unfinished business is waiting for her,

After I brush my teeth,

I take a bath alone,

As if I didn’t care,

It’s not a matter of love,

It is a matter of death,

Death is attracted to wait,

It’s patient,

It knows how.

It whistles,

‘Come with me or you will regret’,

It passes by as if it didn’t care,

Death doesn’t give advice,

Blame Life for your wrong decision,

It gives you only prompts and tips,

Or pieces of them,

 I talk to her spinal column,

Here she hides her despair,

And the lack of her night vision,

‘Be natural and touching,

Be heartwarming,

It resurrects,

I’m serious,

It’s a great idea,

You get the much longer buck,

They get the bang for the buck,

They expect,

Green fairy tales are expensive,

They comfort  and soothe grown-ups,

One does not always get what one deserves,

It might be frustrating,

It might be depressive,

The unhappy end of the green bang for the buck’.

 

What does the cat purr in your ear?

 

 

Curriculum Dolce Vitae

 

‘She storms into the bathroom,

It’s her afternoon routine,

She has just come into this world,

Like a car she is stuck here,

It’s a  traffic jam in our den,

I have an inspiring question,

Why do we live from sperm to sperm?

How our life would sound,

Imagine if we were allowed,

Writing biography notes using fertility terms,

The Daddy’s sperm is coming,

Motility, volume are very good,

The forward thrust is impressive,

I’ve been conceived,

                                         I am a miracle,            

I am unique,

 I tremble and swim in a warm gushy womb,

My wet existence is consummated,

My sperms are ready to grow,

I take the first glimpse of the world,

No, don’t push me,

I don’t want to go,

 I don’t like there,

What have you done?

I am a dying miracle now,

Always feeling ‘I am incomplete’,

She breaks into my thinking,

Leaning her head on my back,

Picking my lock with her begging,

‘I need to take a bath,

It’s a matter of life and death,

You may beautify your pretty cheeks later,

In thirty minutes the place will be yours,

Meanwhile I’ve just realized,

This way  your handsome face looks even better,

It despises a razor and an aftershave’,

‘Clean and perfume what can be perfumed,

I don’t bother you getting pure,

I use the sink shaving my face,

What can I possibly see that I haven’t already seen?

Or I haven’t already done,

Do I make myself clear?

Or maybe you grow something,

The attribute of  the opposite sex,

It’s been missing in  your gender,

There are two doings on your seduction agenda,

 I have a perfect idea,

As a roommate and a lover,

I am entitled to make a guess,

I always come first,

I am at the top of black list innovations,

You want to impress me,

Of course, you will,

Presenting me with your newly grown projection,

 I will be lost for words,

You will mind bread and butter,

Increasing your every night fee,

It doesn’t come first,

But it’s an important matter’,

She undresses and hastily gets in the bathtub,

With an ancient expression,

Everyone gets,

‘I have to run,

But I’ll talk to you later,

I have unfinished business,

 I’m not desperate,

I’m simply late’.