Poems
2025
No worries
A radio announcement
In the flat
Involving irrevocably all hearts
There is no narrative
The changes are radical
And immediate
With an indefinite duration
At all doormats
There is only three hundred
Degrees of information
Yet the instructions аrе drawn
From a hat
Tomorrow
Is this a myth
About
An ever after
Or is it a nightmare
About
Never again
Is the piercing heart
Beating
Who is on the page
Thirty and one
Lonesome
In the dark
Clinging to
Years of charades
Contactless masquerades
Looking at a brick
That was meant
To be a wall
Instead it is crumbling
Against an empty vault
Two heroes of a sequel
Are they through
To the page with a cue
A serenade with a view
Anything is true
On the page
Thirty and two
Repercussion
A complicated song
Sealed as wrong
Covered with salt
And long gone
Interrupted by
The blue moon lawyer
A data handling call
Regarding the decision
Of the music band
To opt in or out
Of a curse
In a crystal ball
Revision
Involves a
Crash test dance
With conditions to be
Replayed by mere chance
So technicians must be
Ready to be slammed
Signing up
The drummers for
The longest run
And getting back
Is billed to everyone
Hitting
The insurance fan
Increasing premiums
Of all the future plans
But
Landing a job
Of playing
The sweetest jam
Since rocking began
2024
Unprepared
The test is named Eight
The longest ever quiz
A spectacle of skills
Calling all the cells
Involving every fear
Everything that’s dear
With salinisation so prolific
Your sweat
May melt tequila
Your skin
May ruin stones
Your tears
May pickle bones
Think of it at every corner
At dawn and at night
And when the time is right
Something titled Nine
Will begin the flight
Expectations
A journey
With all the destinations
A dream of a surrealist
And yet it still exists
Shiny hazy hearts
The warmth of lazy lights
The route is planned
By sleepy music bands
With shaky glands
And frozen hands
Maps are not resold
Nor are they controlled
If pathfinders
Are locking chains
Or blaming trains
Unbeknownst to them
All directions
Are copies of their veins
Check Out
This liberty lost thread
Because of the neglect
Fractured words
And raised heartbeats
Darkness
At a frequency
Empty rooms
As a sequence
Undefended baggage
A marvel to be claimed
Unattended passage
A story to be named
Notice of escape
Without a guarantee
Or proper A to B
The coveted diem
Is a moment in the stream
An omen in a dream
When the path is free
Forget captivity
When the door is lit
Do fake divinity
Timing
A hundred-year-old dreams
Had seen some time in between
And even tried
Some obsolete machines
They wrote to the golden queens
Asking if changes in the air
Were seen
Whether locks
Were alienating any ghosts
Alternating any plots
Leaving anyone
Stranded in deja vu ports
Discarded
Nowhere to report
A silent pivot
Of unending force
Digital Gamer
Consoles do not
Curtail the soul
The pixel floor is loading
Like a paper sky is floating
Can a virtual fire shake
From the rain in May?
A dot shore
Instead of
A right door
A song about cheating
Is easily composed
With a shaking hand
To finetune a lie
That the player is fine
And the timer is on
The cycle of pay
And decay
The predator skin was ordered today
To kiss the prey on display
It is not the online wolf
Who needs sleeping
But the mute mode is worth keeping
Where do wires stop
Who is allowed
To walk through an arc
Proceed in the dark
Cables get jammed
And buttons get stuck
Unknown to the censored
And the disconnected heart
In a fiddly rush
With a heavy start
Unfair end
Numb backgrounds
Hunger and prayers
Nonexistent fog
Tasteless air
A fleeting game
With one advantage
A hidden
Uncontrollable control
A disco second
Of a ball
Outdated Perceptions
The words were out
And kept on hold
Displayed on walls
With silk and gold
The dawn is up
And running ROM
It’s hammering, showering with old pills
Despite a contract
With past thrills
Press all the buttons
To seal
New deals
To see
What’s real
Luck
It is nine forty and the hectic smog has vaporised
Clouds will come back dancing
If authorised
Restless neons and divine faux lights
Are immortalised
During this indistinguishable
And unrepeatable night
Amid towers, faulty wires
And pure concrete
In one heart out of blue
In one light out of two
A glassy dream breaks through inner taboo
Epochs of wasted tickets
But this one is coming true
“A glassy dream breaks through inner taboo”
Beyond the Scope
There is a box at the door
It takes up the whole world
The last advice is on its side
A good bye ink as a guide
Treat with caution
Keep a constant eye!
It is colossal and important
Like the immense blue sky
This wonder is uncalled for
It is a winning lottery galore
A treasure of such caliber…
Oh, it is not there anymore
“Tasting time like a treat”
Chance
There is a minute
To start new promises
So the singer describes a life
In long confusing paragraphs
Excited, scary and wild
Each second surprising the audience
With choices outside the book
Human and Nature
A standing appointment
With a warranty for 4.99 a month
For you and a fox
A taste of a wholesome light
No tests on life purposes
Don’t wait for ink to dry
Accept conditions
Convince the fox to try
2023
Not a Rehearsal
The film has no meaning
Seeing and trusting
Actors and shots
Sifting through thoughts
Forsaking the jackpot
Accepting the mess
And petty whatnot
Getting together
Right on the spot
Before missing the plot
Night Thoughts
The composers of bass
Are on tonight
With one invite
They are good at stopping
Silence talking
And listening instead
In a few minutes
Is a transit of Mars
With the sound of cars
Someone new
Knows what to do
Let’s pretend
It is you
Sombre Rock
Hey sombre cosmic rock
Is heat and pressure shock
That’s what it takes to form
Tough as an ocean storm
Complete at once the fight
Release your inner light
The duty is to find
The magic of your mind
Illuminate the love
Elucidate the life
Yours truly at the end
That’s what the letter meant
“Hey sombre cosmic rock”
Un Chat, Chippy, Tea et Ah Aie
Of course you are brighter
Don’t I shine too
I might need some water
And I’ll dance with the Moon
Of course you are thinking
Through the best CDs
Whilst I am slowly counting
Bitter scar cities
And you are breaking ground
Like a hundred thousand-year-old me
With my memory
Of my first blue sea
And the sun’s duty
But no one can travel time
Like the greenish blue old me
And the darkness is
More than just heavy
Even if not so scary
Personality
Permanent exhibition of ‘one’ kind
Not a dance of the two
Who roam free
A display of unrehearsed bravery
The tests are passed
Once masks are addressees
2022
Falling
As in the song
Like anything
Disbalanced
Torn and shaken
Leaves know the difference
Between flying
And breaking
Loop
If it is noisy
With a grey obscure view
And nothing coming through
With the catch of the day
Being a constant ‘twenty two’
Which acts still remains true?
Restore the silence once anew
If it is noisy
Plastic
What about the stain
On the gritty plains
Try them
Let them blossom
Let them in
There are flowers underneath
Acid rain
Golden bones, falling birds
This rock doesn’t send a word
Maybe it is calling
On a landline
Did you have an accident?
In a double glazed hope?
In a plastic hug
Which film tonight?
About the taste of birthright
Or a bread bite?
2021
Chances
There are rocky hearts here
In a satellite mood
Mythological planet’s
Procrastination tool
Eighty two seconds
Like Saturn’s clues
Eighty two moons
…
Keys, sunsets, glasses
Like drumming on table corners
Lights, chairs, voices
Like lyrics in the ultimate song
Sapien
A tight bloc of thoughts
With a secret jukebox
Ruled by the gut
And know all paradox
Time is thicker during the rain
And memory is choosy about its lanes
The night flower burned by the sun
Hiding the moonlight from everyone
The cluster of luck in the shape of an ache
Welcome to stage the funny wise ape