Down The Road

 

 

Horizontal Truths

 

 

Youngsters hissers greedily attack biscuits crumbs.

COCKROACH  PHILOSOPHY  TEACHER (angrily wriggling his well-groomed moustache)

You are late one more time,

It’s outrageous,

What will you do with your life?

You don’t think at all about your future,

What is the future?

I’ve just asked you a question,

Before you answer, remember,

The answer to the future is in the present time,

 

YOUNGSTERS HISSERS (timidly)

Our future are almond biscuits,

We’ll find them here tomorrow night,

The landlord never changes his habits,

Strolling among pans and ladles,

We’ve overheard forks talking,

Something terrible will happen at night,

 

COCKROACH  PHILOSOPHY  TEACHER (with triumph)

Almond biscuits is your fragile present,

Will you make it another day?

Not your bodies,

Your heads must be hungry,

See the error of your ways,

 

Where is gluttony of your mind?

You are grounded for being lazy,

No holidays, no tarts,

On your bike,

I want to see your parents,

 

DESPAIR IN LOVE  (melancholically)

 

We are horrors,

No one is an exception,

We are victims of our pride,

I feel a big tragedy coming,

I can predict disaster,

Lock up silence for life,

Because silence stabs us in the heart,

 

Book of Crosswords comes down and adopts  an air of a  showman wearing a sequin jacket.

 BOOK OF CROSSWORDS (tapping a fine china cup with a silver spoon)

Ladies and gentlemen!

Here I am,

Cheer up,

It is a game night,

Don’t forget to place your bets,

Everyone wins,

Among us there is a newcomer,

 

I am a superb mind breaker,

Submit your questions and don’t be afraid,

The rule is don’t cheat,

It isn’t poker,

Don’t put out the fire,

When the right answer is found,

The fire burns out,

It means this is the end.

 

 

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Vertical Lies

 

 

HISSER PARENTS

 Listen, listen to your teacher,

He has something important to say,

 

COCKROACH  PHILOSOPHY  TEACHER

When everything is clean and clear,

Life misses creative excitement,

You are descendants of the glorious Hisser,

Don’t let his efforts go down the drain,

 

BOOK OF CROSSWORDS (yawning)

I was swallowed by darkness and chaos,

But now I am back,

What are all these screams about?

Run to hide in a crack,

 

SHADES QUEEN

Don’t make us wait, dear,

Insinuate horror into our heads,

Did hordes of angels attack you?

Did they threaten to break a crystal rock?

 

BOOK OF CROSSWORDS (flattered)

Wisdom sat on it,

It was its throne,

All lands were attacked by evil hordes,

Feelings were thunders,

There was no time to ponder,

Nevertheless everyone took up arms,

 

Four mighty men were in command,

They led armies of four nations,

Intelligence, Wisdom, Smartness and Wit,

The unseen power paid the price for defeat very quickly,

Enemies outnumbered,

They saved power for hundreds of years,

More than three angels to one glorious fighter,

In a blink of an eye,

It was the bloodshed,

 

One battle decided the war,

Merciless angels were white with rage,

A thin veil of mist is still there,

The blood of the dead is in the air,

   The last of the Wise fled in awe,

So did I,

Now I’m here,

I still see the massacre field in my dreams,

The Valley of Red Mist,

(The Book of Crosswords wipes away a lonely teardrop rolling down the book cover).

 

COCKROACH  PHILOSOPHY  TEACHER

Pal, don’t be upset,

We are tragic heroes,

We are survivors,

You won’t believe how many times I escaped,

From boots serial killers,

From insecticides and traps,

From poisonous lemon pies,

From cruel intentions,

You are with us now,

Here all horrors are silent,

Here we all are safe.

 

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Morning Sickness

 

                          It is mortal paleness of morning,

It’s conspicuous silence of dawn,

It’s a despicable horror,

The dose is doubled,

Melting consciousness quickly drowns,

Pleasant heaviness is around,

There is neither desire nor strength to do any harm to the world,

 

Family happiness rattles,

It’s hustle and bustle around a favorite cup of tea,

A slice of lemon is awful,

It shouldn’t be allowed,

Nevertheless almond biscuits are perfect,

All children love sweets,

There are many of them,

In the beginning love is always for free,

 

Their ancestor came from Madagascar,

Their grandgrandgrandgrandpa suffered a lot,

He travelled in steerage next to a Husky,

Among boxes and baskets,

He was banished from kitchens,

‘Don’t return if you don’t want to die,

A terrible death has been waiting for you’,

It was common revenge of a serial killer boot,

 

Travelling steerage he understood,

It’s important to dream big,

Make a right choice,

When life makes you an offer,

Looking for rotten potato peels,

He sneaked into a trunk,

Hand-embroidered monograms on frilly shirts,

 Jasmine perfume,

The brand new world was here,  

 

Roaches are noble creatures,

They are born wearing black raven tails,

‘Take your sits, kids’,

The philosophy teacher is hissing,

His moustache angrily wriggles,

Cockroach kids chuckle,

It’s funny to watch the cockroach professor climbing up on the book of crosswords.

 

 

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No Date, 

 

 

Do you know what place feelings go,

When they decide to go away,

They immigrate to a wonderful country,

You  won’t find it on the map,       

It isn’t far from here,

It’s where two paths cross,

The rocky path of life and the even path of death,

 

Feelings are like water,

They are warm water in the bathtub,

Love is a slow trickle,

It flows somewhere,

I don’t want to stop it,

I am disintegrating in warmth,

My dreams will become white in red,

 

Till all pills of the world were useless,

Till all words of the world were the same,

All colors were blue, green and ancient,

I truly enjoyed them,

But now water gets cold,

Bury me near the remains of my joy,

I won’t rise against my deadly hate,

 

I close my eyes,

I stop thinking,

I get used to living,

On the planet of common people,

They disguise vulgar dreams,

My body is lying,

My heart has been lying,

It has no love in it,

 

The heart is in pain,

It pains as if it pretended,

It is a big wonder at the corner of my small heart,

What a terrible place to visit,

One day you’ll understand me,

                                Here every cut is deeper,      

At the edge of your loving mind.

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Crime Space 

 

 

The light shudders,

It shakes off beasty shades,

The hot breath of fire soothes,

There are no whispers,

There are crackling sounds of burning woods,

When darkness lights up inside,

The unreal becomes real,

But there is no trustworthy witness,

 

The bear skin sprawls on the floor,

Cast in bronze pink and gold shadows,

The shades queen is long gone,

But beauty of night insists,

Like heavenly glow around angels,

If angels exist,

Like a candle flame that dies in the wind,

Like noise of rain behind gothic windows,

 

Poison or hope heal any pain,

Any passion is lethally risky,

Liaisons are always dangerous to others but us,

From failure to failure we learn a couple of lifesaving tricks,

Falling in love we jump into the ocean,

Enjoying a swim with sharks,

The biggest cowards become daredevils,

Not wearing lifesaving jackets,

 

Incense sticks are burning out,

They have been ranting all night,

The aroma of intrigues and gossips,

The aroma of tears and loving arms,

The aroma of a magic flute song and red lipstick,

They smell like a man or a woman,

When love is in the air,

The train of night’s gown should have a texture of sheer mystique,

In a labyrinth of time,

 

Night dissipates,

Visions start wearing off,

The light beam gets paler and paler,

Suddenly it is impaled,

The light falls down on crime,

The moon is already too weak to testify,

It saw what happened one year ago,

The evidence is in the drawer.