Two men and a dog practicing insanity

"My right knee hurts..."

"And?"

"I either fell on the ground from a roof again, in my dream I mean, while trying to fly or have been watching too much of 7pm news lately."

"News? Your knee?"

"Yes, just like rain...Wars on the way, pain in the knee..."

"Or...you are getting older!"

"Or I need a better chess partner. Shah-Mat!"

(Dog bark)

"Shit! If you got two wings, in your dream I mean, your knee would not hurt, you would have been more quiet, my king would be safe now."

"And?"

"...and he would conquer with his knights all the TV channels and radio stations and internet providers as a last war in history to be recorded."

"My knee would never hurt."

"Indeed."

"Who told you that I dont have wings, just need to practice...just like we did now (laughter)"

(Dog bark)

almost defiant

"Here you go, open your mouth"
he poured a spoonful of red anxiety into her stomach

"That is sour but thank you"
She rubbed his black hair and sprinkled a handful of white mercy onto his head

save yourself

wake up wake up
you've been swinging in the cradle,
arms of happiness, soft and careless
I've got some poisonous mushrooms for ya
didn't you already learn how to trick
melancholy traders, the ruthless

Dentelle

When April puts her hands together
to join angels applauding lovers
you can here the laughter
of some yet to be born babies.

Here comes the down to earth
carnival of nature
Everyone is invited once again
to meet and remember life
and its pure essence

Is it ruched tulle we are looking through
and witnessing the season of bless
or a bleary eyed morning mist, conveying bliss

An Afternoon in Manifestation

A teapot whistles, violates
the solid silence
some dreams boil
A knife slices
some cake,
vanilla rises,
some hopes evaporate,
some memories
desublimate,
some curtains oscillate,
the past
and the future fall
asleep
A stranger's legs climb
the stairs
A guest's hands knock
the door