Nine hours is sleeping
And the nine hour hands of the world
The mouth of leniency ran away
Like the flowers of the oranges
When they come to cut them
Even though unannounced
Besides, time, everything is in the sign of transience
Also the olive tree
That exhales under insects
There is an answer for everyone
And stranded ships
Even though not every wound bleeds
A man dies each eve
I persistently graze words
Day and night
First I seek them
Recognize them even among lizards
Who announce misfortune
And even though they are vainly
You want time and roads
And blue circles above the wellsprings of rapid rivers
You children of moonlight
I a lonely stalk
You memorized colors
You poets, which I am yet not
I the amorous Pan
Not knowing how to say wasteland on your language
Marked to sing I yearn for East
Where I could burn myself
And turn into a star
(If I could only sway
for a moment
not even music is necessary)
The forests sleep
About the terrified grass
And it’s sigh
In time of wind
And herbal precipitations
The fever has no end
The song was left without sound and fire
The mists do not care to be praised
Hence the difference is null between water and mud
A girl with no stronghold is in tears
While the wall of homeland withers
In the subconscious dialogue
Nobody is awake
Hello, my dear fellow writers and readers,
First of all, thank you for your attention regards of my two Kat – poems. I put it twice on my blog, because there is Version 1 of the “kitty poem” and Version 2.
If it is confusing for you, or maybe someone amongst you thinks I put it twice by mistake or it looks like a mistake almost because they are so similar… I would ask you to pick the version you prefer (I labeled them “Version 1” and “Version 2”.. also, I would be grateful if you would tell me why you chose that particular version.
Thank you in advance,
I get up!
Lunch lounges under laughing chandeliers.
They smile back and the knife blades beam in luminescent light.
They illuminate my garish gilded plates.
Light light everywhere!
Plates talk as they hop and bounce
Polish, polish me, my Nazi!
Play the macabre music!
GOLD GOLD EVERYWHERE.
But among the plates, shiny, gold and pink, one cracks.
The gold was gutted by my knife!
It was the unsharpened one that spoke to me…
Suddenly the fridge is jumping for joy.
And then there’s the vampiric meat I cut up last summer.
Dance! Hop Hop! Dance!
It’s the one I cut up last summer
She looks at me vindictively, and shouts:
YOU KILLED MY MOTHER!
My knife quivers above the sparkling sink water
Come out deep fish
Octopus, crabs, snails!
The chicken wants his gizzard back
(finger points down in swirling dirty dish water)
Serial killer of meat and crab
Blond-haired metonymy of death
The lights die. All is dark.
I scream at the mutiny.
One by one they attack.
With a meat cleaver
(Clean us, clean us, you dirty bird! Sing!)
Dead zombie guests assault me, shuffling forth.
Vindictively, fork stabs the pork
Once more into the battle of the Green Fork!
“I can’t stand the pain! ”
“Wait for MEEEEEE! ”
RED RED EVERYWHERE. DRIPPING.
Tomorrow the police will find me in a glass jar.
I’ll just be two golden eyes and a rotten iris…
Swimming around, contained and happy.
My kitchen will finally be clean!