having a breakfast

I’m finishing watching a long-lasting dream
as if concluding a caregiving task
for a decrepit friend in a house for the infirm

carefully shave
that grown with bristles time

allow a draught
to sneak into the house
as if rescuing a dog
from the bitter cold


the solar wind
slides down the curtains
like a thawed coordinate of sails
on a brigantine course

a word was just born
to die in fire
in pale ink
on a yellowed page
giving the last flash of heat

silence is as unacceptable
as unavailable would be the soul of a moment
missed by a joy in someone’s life

I nurture a bird
inside of me

my wings are
as heavy as reality
and strong
as signs of life

they are the trials
of wing-spreading
and strokes
simultaneous splashes
of laughter with tears

it's funny to lament
an isolation from the world

I carry something to boil
that never shall stay
on its feet

a shell
will fall
as plaster
and the cut
is going to gain the colors
of Vatican flag

I’ll brew
a desert
which dewaterized
mint leaves

add to a mug
the hard work
of dead bees

a teaspoon
swirls in the mix
of desert
and temptation of ex-petals

I enjoy the taste of last year summer
with yet featherless fall

the window
is hungry for images

I watching the flow
of clothing and footwear
gold
and debris
sense
and emptiness
light
and shadows’ luggage
everything floats together

my devils
share their sneering
like last crumbs of bread
my angels
fill their mouths with water
and pour it out on themselves
it’s not enough
crumbs
and  water

I seek for some conscience
to have a bit of me
for someone else

sway
like this verse
hanging on a hair
of patience
and understand
that it’s time
to break away
as an atom from an atom
without destroying the mood
and not eradicating the winter
long as the return of Christ

November 14, 2018