You could be

You could be born
where you cannot
choose the school

You could be the one
who sleeps on an asphalt
and shivers in the storm

You could have parents
who take drugs
and don't give you the hugs

You could live in a country
with terrorist government
and probably you do

You could be born
where women cannot speak
and must always be weak

You could live on a planet
where you will be burned
for having on the cheek a dot

Think what you could be
before you hear the beggar
knocking on the door

Stress protection

When you are tired
of your working place
close your eyes
in a pause
Imagine everyone
is going to the circus
Your boss is wearing
a nose of a clown
and our colleagues
shiny acrobats' costumes
Clients are going likewise
someone has to watch
the performance
Kiss the infinity
of the imagination
do it regularly
for stress protection

A woman by the street

A woman taking a blood bath

by her broken leg

A traveler passing by

deaf to hear her noisy beg

Only visible problem is his

Only his road important is

A woman by the street

forever gone

not of the broken bone

No one heard

the SOS call

Hunger produced in the stomach

the lethal hole

Headache

With a headache
one can not cogitate
and their work
bring on a plate

Dear headache
go away
I prefer not to
be your mate

Turn them back

The blades of grass
showing their sorrow
by painting their bodies
into the yellow

Shields of houses
cracking
Voices of people and animals
missing

Multicolored sky
laments their absence too
All my being
in agony screams

Insolent lord of death
I demand

turn my grandparents back

Poets talk about time

Clever poets gathered

to talk about time

all works presented

only missing mine

Till I get inspired

will vanish the time

the poets will agree

to punish me for the crime

 

I will invent

the alien abduction

only to prevent

the cruelest castigation

Mr. Perfect

Mr. Perfect

doesn't sit with me

Mr. Perfect

doesn't drink my tea

He is so clean

never speaks with mess makers

He is so clever

never eats with troublemakers

He is so brilliant

never uses the spell checker

He is so amazing

doesn't need the calculator

He calculates in his head

who will be his friend

Rule breakers cannot spread

to his glory comprehend

Hot drinks

I want to thank
all these hot drinks
bitter or sweet
for giving winks to my inks
for not letting pages
stay without clinks

Oops!

At the wrong time

the citizen of the Earth she became.

Oops, what the left-handedness!

Critics called her books

complete foolishness.

Oops, what the embarrassment!

The critics were

only males.

Oops, what the accident!

Now her work

is pretty famous.

Oops, what the coincidence!

My dad doesn't read books,

he read only hers.

Oops, how egregious!

Critics forgotten.

Her name in history written.

Oops, how impermissible!

Uncontrolled jungle

Jump into the jungle
of uncontrolled words
You are not a birthday cake
in a shape of Mickey Mouse
Smash the mold on the wall
let the art be what it was
before the humans invented locks

Enjoy this fresh beat
turn off the set heat
choose the color of the breeze
don't let others intervene
get wild and set the scene

Abandoned palace

Old roof decaying
no one afraid
of falling bricks

The furniture covered with dust
no one afraid
of asthmatic attack

Once castle
now the dance club
for ghosts

Once filled with gold
now the rats
live in the cold

He left his health
in the factory
in the foreign land

He wanted his heirs
after his death
to live in wealth

They refused to live
in the palace
in the middle of nothing

In the name of the fame
they moved to the city
to search for something

Music is a drug

Music is a drug

the multipurpose hologram

In sadness

it is my weeping friend

In ecstasy

it takes me

to the sweetest galaxy

In fury

it is the tranquilizer

In happiness

it is the waltz of lovers

Music is a drug

I admit addiction

Today I am taking

one more injection