On The Road

She sips and sips,

drinks up the whole cup of dreams

while admiring; while loving.

Her head still aches;

her phone never rang;

who really gives a damn?

Her lips are in smile;

her mind is in bloody pain;

and the girl in blue doesn’t know how to walk.

S

First Attempt

Quiet.
Midnight flights glowing.
Drowning in my thoughts,
I kicked the pill away,
shot it to nowhere land.

It was the darkest night.
The old moon was not right.
I made a wish regardless,
negligent of the dawn,
when I read of my loss in the news.

S

The Day Before

The gloomy sky is dimming this town

and I get lost inside the music; immersed in red velvet.

His green apron once again provokes

every single cell in me – so does his cheerless gaze.

The days are deprived of time and words; in motives.

The lion’s boom on the cover breaks the silence –

I click on the keys while singing the lines one by one

“I pull the devil down with me one way or another.”

I regret the passing seconds on the train stop

when nobleness was drowned brutally in bluffers’ flame;

where the cracking bones were the only sound in my ears;

when a single ring was a million tributes to a moronic affair.

And I let go; slowly, gently, with pride.

S