The curtain of perfection

These words

are not stars

who never die

These words

are not beings

who never sin

These words are

apples with worms

These words are

stains with uniforms

To write

perfect verses

I don't have

intention

because you will

never see me

if I hide

behind the curtain

of perfection

Two trucks

In my dream

I saw two trucks

One was

spooky and black

Another was

polished and golden

I heard people

calling from

the golden truck

to come there

for tea and cake

I heard people

calling from

the black truck

to come there

for water and talk

The delicious cake

would be perfect

I thought and entered

into the golden truck

There was no

cake inside

just people in white

who decided

me to kidnap

People in gray

from the black truck

came to save me

quickly and bravely

When I woke up

I was sure

the dream had

something to tell me

The conversation

I took a walk

and I saw someone

No three heads

No two noses

No six legs

Looked as

the ordinary man

He said hi

I said hi

We talked

for a while

Later I got

the objection

How could I

start the conversation

when he was

the resident of the

psychiatric institution

We are tornado

We are

tornado now

frightful, fearless

gigantic

Do you hear

that cracking

We are

blowing away

dictators, prisons

ropes and chains

They are falling

on the ground

and breaking

Always when

the oppressed are

quiet too long

that should

frighten to death

the oppressors

Dear leaf

Dear tree leaf

All my life

they are telling me

My dreams are impossible

I am worthless utopian

Only one percent succeeds

and there is no way

it could be me

I am telling this

to you my leaf

because I have

never heard a leaf

to insult, to discourage

to accuse, to ridicule

Thanks for your kindness

my dearest leaf

When my dreams

come true

I won't forget

how you listened

with love and patience

We have no life

If it weren't for

the queen's newborn child

we would have

nothing to smile for

We have no life

If it weren't for

favorite football team

who won the match

we would have

nothing to celebrate

We have no life

If it weren't for

a TV show about

the wealth of a rock star

we would have

nothing to admire

We have no life

We have no life

so we peek

into the life of others

so we could ourselves cover

just for a while

with the false nectar

Earth's enemies

Earth is afraid

Her enemies live on her

Earth is confused

If she dies

her enemies die with her

In a Planetish language

she asks her friends

Why they cause me

such a pain?

What they do to me

can you check?

With anger other

planets answer

Your humans are

fools and pests

A thing called money

they invented

To destroy your

heart and lungs

they are ready

to get it

They forgot if your

organs cease to exist

Their breath and

their heart beats

forever will vanish

Our last coffee

She wasn't here for days

and I was happy to see her face

In a few minutes, the premium coffee

I prepared, for hours of talk, I thought

She finished the coffee in a gulp

and after few words said goodbye

My lips stayed with each other glued

She left me completely confused

Not long from her visit

quiet voice said on the phone

With the life's lashings

she could no longer cope

By the well they found her shoes

and inside of it her corpse

When our last coffee I remember

my body sweats and trembles

Her freezing black thoughts

why couldn't I hear?

Why couldn't my lips

produce magical tones?

Tones that would make her stay

Tones for returning hopes

Silly tune

Drunk man holding big glass

Expensive vase touching fat arm

Thin pianist playing famous tune

Small boy hitting ugly balloon

The lady and a purse

Relaxed she is sitting on the bench

Her leather purse is wide open

to the eyes exposed her wallet

Suddenly, she is raising her head

her eyes are expanding anxiously

she is noticing me in a tracksuit

unmarked, unfashionable, decrepit

She is closing her purse, and

embracing it as unprotected child

Dear lady, if I were a thief

as a professional I would steal

with a halo and the white wings

A silly girl

I was a silly girl

I thought as a grown up

with a few words

I will change the world

I thought I will

explain by giving speech

why it is good to be good

and that every hater

will ruin their weapon

Now I laugh as a pickle

Many dreamers before me

held their speeches

for love and peace

but their words touched

only the ears of those

who were peaceful before