"Caravana" | New Poem, 25.08.2024.

Thought like pale ice
sun
flower
cracking through the rainbow sky
arch of joy
modern classical music
om straws of light
on grass blades of country homes
caravana
to expert

Thrust of life
exhales the gutter shadows
people crawl through peanut sidewalks
raise psychedelic eyes
pyramid in forehead
straws of light
in hand

Caravana
to death
but in it, rebirth
of something stronger
than mere existence
eating ice cream and fucking around
the fridge
morning pale
arch of rememberance
modern classical music

"Mosaic of Music" (New poem, 16.08.2024).

Mosaic of music in debt to the moon
thin thick tick
dinner
goddesses of the cemetery
where we drink cheap wine
waiting for the daybreak
still
I play guitar

my partner reads a Bukowski book
were it not for his life it'd be boring
writers vs. consumers
I stop playing guitar
draw mandalas in snow
listen to the machinery of sky
this is a perfect morning
with some American friends and children
who play smiling
teach me how not to become
but be
free in the mosaic of music.