Του Λόγου…Συνθέσεις

you have deprived yourself

so foolishly

of sharing shame in all its glory

watching it spin and spin in pirouettes

whimsical as in a dream

you have betrayed yourself

so foolishly 

in senseless conversation

servant of a void all polished with deceit 

you bite your tongue until its tender

your hair is growing into knots

a corpse decaying oh so slowly

regret that lingers on your throat

Προσωπικά…

you fix your coffee with a spoonful of sugar and a drop of milk 

not because you like the taste of coffee 

but to feel like a person who does

you stroke her hair and kiss her tenderly

not because you love her 

but to feel like a person who loves

you look outside the window to see a man mowing the lawn

the lawn wants to be the mower 

the mower wants to be the man

if you blow into a reed it turns into a whistle

if you turn your fork upside down

it dreams to be a butter knife