All or nothing.
| August 13th, 2008It all fades away slowly,
Like memories, distant and vague,
Hidden behind the dense clouds and fog.
It all goes, slithering away from him.
The smoke, the buildings,
Stinking bars and wild orphans, like him.
Running after cars and swallowing smoke,
Falling down and just lying there, waiting.
He feels it detaching, like hooks on the back.
Ripping the skin. The threads stretching.
Blood. Pain. Why?
From lifelessness to life is it painful?
They all are. Dreams and fantasies.
Just pain. For what?
Leaving the dead behind?
The wet road glittering. Is it Sinai?
Green breasts of the mother rising up.
To the sky.
The ghost of the roads. Never stopping.
Never moving. A daze. Traffic.
Black pearls on her green breast.
Breathless him. Should I embrace her?
Fear of perverting the mother.
Purity. The breast, always washed.
River and clean waters.
From where? To where?
Like him, maybe.
They purify he perverts.
A virgin by the road.
Playing one moment.
Run over the other.
15 days old maybe.
Playful, big eyes.
Now painting the glittering road. Now red.
The mother. Madness in her eyes.
Helpless. Who?
Looks at the ghost. You. All of you.
Accusing eyes. Bark. Howl.
Rolls over in pain.
Disbelief. Disowning the truth.
Was here a moment ago, feeding from my breast.
Can’t!
You. And you. All!
What good is death with no blood?
Ran over again.
The virgin’s body, blood oozing.
What good is to cry?
Did he? Really? Murder!! Murder!
Maybe.
Perverseness. Road. Rivers. Factories.
Judas. Noah. Truth. Chocolates.
Ice cold sounds. Valley. Oil.
Dead fishes. Whiskey. Rhymes. Advertisement.
Hatred. Love. Living meat. Soil.
Clouds. Ash. Window.
Her breasts. The pearls. Squirming truth.
Shame. Stone. Those who die.
The virgin. The rapist.
The mother. The killer.
I am all or nothing.
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