Crime Must Be Perfect
Coffee and tea were served,
Brunette and blond snow queens swayed slowly down the
aisle,
Foods, drinks, suggestions were neat,
Like dark blue uniforms of pilots,
Like impeccable white collars,
I picked a today’s newspaper,
Skipping thoroughly a crime column,
Despite her being near me peacefully sleeping,
I feared to see her face,
When a newspaper sleuth referred to her
as missing,
Referring to her as a woman,
Who disappeared after she left her home,
The right word for her was ‘missed’,
The missed in an ugly black and white photo,
I shouldn’t
have had high expectations,
Indeed,
Newspapers usually write about people and things,
They basically know nothing,
Except for headlines, heights and eye colors,
Diana’s body was found when our plane was taking off,
It was in the dock,
Not far from the green mansions,
We knew her,
But we didn’t kill her,
It was unidentified yet,
It was one more evildoing,
It was one worse dream,
In the world it’s a lot of evil,
A lot of imperfection,
Needless to say we both committed,
Only the perfect crimes,
One snow queen
leaned forward,
‘Fasten your seatbelt, please’,
With the same cold and royal smile,
She deigned and saw nothing,
Except for my sleepy indifferent face,
We landed somewhere in summer,
There everything was ‘unlike’,
There every morning started with smiling,
Put as sweetener in the first cup of coffee,
There every morning ended,
With one blink of beloved eyes,
There everyone had one obligation,
They had to do whatever they wished,
If they wished for desert sunsets,
They took pictures of roaming sands,
There Milan and Venice waited for us,
You said: ‘We have to buy something,
Sunglasses, makeup and sunscreen,
We need to be protected,
From happy and shiny people’,
There everyone shopped only in Soho,
They bought sunrises made in Japan,
We had no reason of being afraid,
The worst had already happened,
But what if they wanted to know the end of our story,
We entered Limbo,
There everyone hated pain.
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