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'.