Sunday, 9 March 2014

What Does The Cat Purr In Your Ear?


 
Happy Mind-Set

 

We had to survive there,

We had to learn how to fight,

It was a war,

 Without trenches, banners and armies,

Everyone fought for himself,

Everyone took time pills to live forever and fight,

They were organized in flocks and packs,

Carnivorous and harmless,

It was easier to gnaw loners’ throats,

Suspicious and selfish creatures,

They didn’t trust each other’s conscience,

Any time anyone could be betrayed,

Anyone could be torn to the tiniest pieces,

Even the one who yesterday fought for the same slice of cheese,

Next day the ally was discarded and cheated,

There everyone hated pain,

Therefore they hated us,

We spent like crazy,

Much more than their credit cards had,

More than we had made selling our pain,

There was no credit for us,

She never talked about after,

She thirstily talked about love,

Squandering our mythical fortune,

How would we live after?

We couldn’t afford afterwards,

We barely spoke about the future,

 All my attempts failed,

They stumbled into the look in her eyes,

There one’s dreams were another’s nightmares,

It was a barren place,

She hated to compromise,

All my attempts to hug the future hurt badly my bloodless arms,

They left deep scratches,

Like everyone she had her own stories,

She never told them,

Her stories had rope marks,

She hid them in a dark room,

The greenhouse of her demons,

They grew stronger night after night,

They were docile and submissive,

At night they talked to her,

I don’t know what,

Nobody understood the language of creaking stairs,

Sometimes she took them for a walk,

In a park or in the nearest forest,

She sat on the bench while demons were playing with birds,

She raised her funny eyebrows,

After a top to toe sweep she complimented her demons,

‘Look how handsome you are,

Sometimes I don’t believe you are mine,

You are so strong and spooky,

You are my hairy pretties’,

They only laughed in reply,

Horrible, good-natured creatures,

They were her swollen conscience,

They always healed her wounded pride,

I didn’t realize,

How well they were looked after,

How much they were worshiped.

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