What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

 

Fate Break

 

 

 

How far would we have gone?

How hard would we have tried?

How much would we have paid?

To break out of our fate prison,

Far,

Hard,

We would have paid very much for being high,

In any violent season,

We chose to fly,

So that we couldn’t change the route,

No matter what fate decided,

We tried to deceive our doom,

Continuing our journey not caring of destinations,

During check-in, on our way to the gate,

In long queues,

While doing a lot of waiting,

She couldn’t stop talking,

She said many smart things,

As if she watched many thrillers,

As if she read many criminal novels,

She knew exactly what we should have done,

I knew I was deadly tired,

I was tired of rain, winter, the city,

I was tired of frayed newspaper charades looking for missing bodies,

Found with blue tongues sticking out of dead Sundays,

‘The situation is  simple,

It’s  you and me,

We have just met each other,

You are flirting,

I am not blushing,

 I’m  playing hard to get encouraging you,

I don’t need to pretend,

But to you it is very important,

If we don’t hesitate,

We will be able to fulfill the plan,

We will be able to end terrible killings,

We are the ones to blame,

Money is in the chocolate safe,

I don’t remember if I turned off the oven,

While we were leaving home’,

We had money,

Inside us fire was burning,

We thought we could change the world,

But the world wouldn’t have changed,

Even if we had died one thousand times,

Even if we had killed the Son and the Father,

Nothing would have ever changed,

No one would have ever paid any attention,

They didn’t thought of redemption,

Nobody cared,

If we were alive or dead,

She did her best to look strong and decisive,

I realized she was afraid to death,

I leaned back in my seat trying to get some rest,

While we were flying over the crisis,

Breaking out of the chocolate safe.

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When I think, I run

 

 

 

I took a turn for the better,

Botanical gardens and mansions got old,

They were indifferent to everybody,

They wasted centuries watching,

The ugly and wonders,

They observed  angels and passers by,

In mansions’ eyes they looked a lot like restless dwarfs,

One more time they killed each other,

One more time,

They killed whatever they felt,

Long time ago the world took a turn for the better,

 

It went shamelessly crazy,

We couldn’t heal it,

Firemen versus fire did their best,

We thought of love, we ran away,

Till we crosscut a clean white wall,

It wouldn’t stop us,

We would paint it red,

I made a stop at a quay to make a telephone call,

Seconds slipped by,

No one answered,

‘If she doesn’t now, she never will’,

She had her own reason,

She wanted to find a hanged man,

He made her to believe,

There was no game without pain,

She followed this rule,

For seconds I felt refreshing freedom,

I sure everyone felt,

It happens,

When we belong only to our partner’s body,

Keeping our soul alone,

It makes us  feel truly alive,

Her voice triumphed over crackling and hissing,

The telephone line felt incomplete,

It bore something terribly broken,

Something that made me get lost,

The voice on the other end was a reminder,

I wasn’t alone in this world,

Her answer was two questions,

‘What time do we fly?’

Without ‘why?’

‘I’ll meet  you there,

Where?’

She didn’t ask the destination,

By the way she cared,

‘Don’t get lost in a traffic jam’,

Only with her and music,

Without drugs and among no one,

We didn’t belong to others,

We belonged to the world,

We called it unconventional love,

 When two people fall in  love,

 A poker  game becomes  psychotic,

When people are grown-ups,

They don’t stop to play,

Simply toys become,

More expensive, more dangerous,

More explosive but first of all more erotic.

 

What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

 

Refraction

 

 

 

I couldn’t lay me down to sleep,

I studied a cracking ceiling,

Lit up by the rising sun,

The longer I looked at it,

The more I realized,

It was a manuscript,

Plaster cracks formed a mysterious pattern,

If only I had read it,

I could have understood,

What fate dashes and hyphens were saying,

Despite me cracking my head,

The mystery didn’t open,

Why my guardian angel was sad,

My road changed its direction,

While I was  passing through the thick city glass,

Fate offered me a destination,

It hoped to get rid of me,

One more  troublemaker,

And my disobedient, troublesome needs,

I walked to the dismal, grey building,

I jumped over puddles of heavenly spit,

All night long it sleeplessly drizzled,

In the morning rain threatened,

To show the world the true hailstorm,

Planting bad seeds in the dirt,

I plunged into darkness of the unknown,

And opened a creaking door,

It was the best horror ever,

I was welcomed by spicy sounds,

It was an Oriental café,

The empire of pleasant smells,

After  prolonged awkward silence,

I ordered what I didn’t really need,

‘I’d like to have one black coffee’,

In the mirrors I saw a stranger’s reflection,

It smoked an opium pipe,

I felt incredibly sick,

I was a motionless witness,

I didn’t like my role,

Finally I took a reckless decision,

‘She and I will run,

Despite demons are chuckling at us,

We will run to the place,

Where money can buy souls,

Where credit cards rule days and nights,

Where people do anything and anybody,

To get just one buck richer,

Where people commit the most meaningless crimes,

They mercilessly kill other people,

After they have killed themselves,

We perfectly fit in there,

Killing ourselves for money,

We are already dead,

But,

We have the chance to give them away,

So that God has the chance to resurrect us'.

 

What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?

 

Your Reveries

 

 

 

 

The gust of wind stormed our world,

He threw Lucy up into the air,

It treated her like a bundle,

With affectionate disrespect,

Lucy I knew became a rag doll,

I wanted to shout,

I was petrified,

Gagged with despair and stupor,

I didn’t believe she was hit by a car,

The moment she stepped into the road,

The right of way failed,

Brakes didn’t work,

Except for me nobody saw,

The minus one dwellers continued to have a safe journey,

I clutched at the edge of the seat,

The heavy wind breath walked all over the body,

My every cell felt an invisible threat,

In the war between two singular worlds,

It posed lethal danger,

The collision between ours and theirs,

A policeman paid me a visit,

Showing me a picture of a beautiful dead girl,

‘Sir, do you recognize her?’

It reminded me of my fear,

‘Surely I recognize her,

Before it happened, she read a book

While I was lazily hitting on her’,

‘It had been in her pocket,

No papers,

Nobody claims,

No identification,

She wasn’t reported missing,

Nobody’s daughter I guess’,

I thought ‘It’s macabre and funny,

Lucy had many suitors,

When she was still alive,

In the morgue for the first time,

She is unclaimed and really lonely,

With one puff of wind everything changed,

‘Officer, she read a book’,

The book doesn’t help us’,

It’s the irony of life,

My thoughts were little people,

They danced to the sounds of random tunes,

They trembled,

They feared rudeness,

They knew nothing about my life,

Naughty, silly they ran to the sunset,

They died after they lost a yellow spot in the sky,

However I could resurrect him,

With my whisper,

With one curse I addressed to a brand new day,

They ran,

I had to run after them,

If I wanted to stay alive.

 

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Cute Strangers

 

 

 

 

I took a random bus from pain to exoneration,

At last the wind succeeded in catching me,

At once it changed its mind,

Brushing lightly through my hair,

It sighed and changed the direction,

It left me messed up and free,

Weird objects that looked like people,

Bridges, buildings and hasty cars,

They sailed away,

They submitted,

It wasn’t a bus,

It was the last solid place on the Earth,

The most unshakable scrap of the land,

It had its time and laws,

We were a few last dwellers,

Everyone felt the Universe move,

It carried patiently its own cross,

Vividly I looked around,

I wanted to start a conversation,

With someone I didn’t knew,

Someone who didn’t remind me of corpses and wreckage,

Someone who was a girl,

Good-looking, naïve and true,

The girl on the bus was very attractive,

I named her Lucy,

I don’t know why,

Violating all good manners,

For a moment I stared at her,

For a moment my soul forgot to cry,

It wasn’t a book,

It was other dimension,

‘Arlekin, classics or modern? I thought,

The answer didn’t matter,

She lived in the pages,

She loved, hated and died,

With all her girlish heart,

Lucy smiled,

In a second she frowned,

Pouting her plump lips,

Blue eyes, cute facial features,

I tried to catch her thoughts,

Sneaking among unruly monkeying with me copper curls,

I leaned forward to read the book title,

Sneaking a peek at it,

Lucy closed the book and hid it,

I saw nothing except for her eyes,

‘What is your name?’

She didn’t answer,

It was her stop,

She had to get off,

‘Give me your telephone number,

I didn’t read this book,

Can you tell me about it?

I wonder does it have any worth?’

She smiled and stepped toward the exit,

I forced my card on her palm,

The bus door slammed shut behind her,

I didn’t hear her ‘yes’,

The thought stayed in my hand,

It had just descended,

From the attic of my mind.