Journey to the End of the Night

"My First Paradise"

2011-07-14T03:24:00.007+03:00

“Without being asked suddenly I was born
Without being asked suddenly I will die”
(Nichita Stănescu)

You were my first Paradise,
I knew you before even met you,
many years ago,
in empty and long summers
when nights seemed eternal
and all I had were books and dreams…
My first high was you,
the vision of you,
no one knew back then
what days would bring
minutes melting in years
like sea salt,
words that faded away
memories and feelings,
my first Paradise was you
and didn’t realize back then,
the rain,
the falling snowflakes
sunsets flowing like honey through my veins,
My Paradise…
You were my first Paradise and now
you are my Inferno…

"Summer Train"

2011-06-07T00:11:00.000+03:00

Summer holiday when I was ten,

a copy of a famous painting

still hanging

on walls of memory,

books read till morning sun,

suitcases made just for the fun

but waiting,

always waiting for that summer train

that never came.

"Solar Eclipse"

2011-01-04T01:54:00.003+02:00

Solar eclipse and here I am
still standing
at edge of world,
disconnected,
I forgot all or wish I did
I am just fooling myself
and all the pain is silent there
covered by words,
by illusions of a better tomorrow…
I know that all is mere masquerade
we are alone till moment of our death
unbearable truth
we seek salvation but there is none…
Just infinite sadness till end of our time on earth.
Seconds just fly away,
melting like snowflakes,
I am here,
awake
or dreaming of being awake.
It doesn’t matter anyway.
Will drink the cup till there’s no tomorrow
just only second
in which I breathe,
Heartbeats,
and broken pieces of your face, like puzzle
I don’t remember you,
only the pain that’s left from you
I’ll hate you till I die
and hate myself for loving you,
The world is ending
Like a play
and all I say is this:
“The rest is silence”…

"One Step"

2010-08-30T00:52:00.005+03:00

Just one step away

I’ve stopped

I am here…

I breathe,

drops of sweat ,

maybe tears

no one would ever know…

I’ve stopped

and time expands,

one second feels eternity.

I am still here

I have no shape,

no dreams,

no hopes,

I am so close to Buddha

yet still too far away

Nirvana waits

one step away

while I am bleeding to my death…

"Spring Snowflakes"

2010-03-09T23:26:00.005+02:00

Snowing in spring and total silence,
snowflakes falling on me,
is my road but I don’t know where it would go,
here, when time and space collide, breaking my heart forever
is snowing in March and there are no cherry flowers still,
how could be this
the perfect world,
Wang Wei painting with tears,
whispers fading away,
Gaudi dying,
road to nowhere and here I am, the coldest nightfall I’ve ever felt,
turtle doves flying over a square,
photography in sepia colors,
this age of loneliness,
Enigma,
Heartbeats,
Seconds,
Digits,
I couldn’t have been somebody else,
being me is such a failure,
look up the sky tonight,
would you stay in for a while, holding my hand,
the ghost of you,
closing my eyes, kissed by the snow
water in crystallized form,
there is no reason I would cry
nobody gives a fuck if you live or die tonight,
too tired to sleep,
too tired to melt away,
shape of all lost dreams this only night snowing in spring
“The Nicest Thing” Kate Nash is on repeat…

"Alone"

2010-01-13T23:56:00.005+02:00

The world may crumble tonight

and sky shall bleed in million sunsets

full of despair,

time ceases to exist and all is left

are pieces of broken past and future,

I am the one always betrayed,

the one who’s always left behind

by dreams,

by lovers…

shapes of all things distorted,

walk along with me,

just for a while,

barefooted,

teach me to loose use of my heart,

teach me to die softly tonight,

when world is crumbling

in every second,

I’ll break all rules,

and no goodbyes,

walk with me,

in this black rain tonight,

no toxic tears

I promise

and no looking back.

"Snowfall"

2009-12-22T00:28:00.003+02:00

I watch snowflakes falling
touching my face, my skin
with a million cold kisses,
death smells like snow tonight
with this grey sky over my heart,
above the city,
I feel like crying,
I feel like yelling
yet I’m silent,
snowflakes keep falling incessantly,
I am tired, so tired being me,
so tired pretending I am not tired
being me.
It could have been a poem about death,
or love,
who cares,
lonely people searching surrogate of life,
feelings,
even death has surrogates who sell even better
than death itself,
its cheap and easy,
death is fake,
love is fake,
I know…just let me finish my last menthol cigarette
I will tell about everything you wanna know,
though I would lie,
life tastes better when you loose all
yeah,
who gives a fuck about you…
There is no future and no past tonight,
only this moment
when death smells like fresh snow
and I am listening Reamonn – supergirl on repeat
on my mp3 player.

"War Inc."

2009-11-16T00:44:00.005+02:00

Empty sky when sun is setting
sea of blood up there in the paradise
ocean of blood and human remains
down here, on the red dust of the desert,
the wind of death is frequently blowing
and human eyes are burnt forever…
you look behind at all those corpses
left in this red desert to decompose,
you and your buddies are still alive,
with sweat and sand all over you,
you have no feelings, just a machine
inside your brain,
inside your heart,
they made you
a machine to kill human life,
could have been your brother or your sister,
your mind lack consciousness,
another cyborg who thinks he’s fighting
for his country
on other’s country soil,
a cyborg raping women and children
with other cyborgs watching, waiting for their turn
to have some fun,
no, they are no human,
how could they be,
living in this shithole praying
to their different God,
yeah, they deserve to die,
yeah, we deserve some fun
for being here,
choking with their red dust…
All killing machines cannot yet realize
they fight for their paycheck
not for their country,
they fight for those who rule the world
and hired them as mercenaries,
they kill and destroy for money
not for their soil,
they die for money they receive
and not for their far away country
who eats junk food while watching TV
having fun while
mercs and starving muslims die
for nothing.

"Bitter Moon"

2009-11-09T01:46:00.003+02:00

Is a bitter moon high above
tonight,
Is a red moon down bellow
in the inferno,
unknown creatures struggling
with long fingernails they scratch,
trying to escape from their world,
the clamor is driving me crazy,
is a bitter moon, I can taste it in my mouth,
is running in my blood like toxic molecules
and in my mind I see your words,
burning like fire,
red like the fire,
“you look like 14 years girl or so
and I like older women”,
I bet you felt so good when telling this,
Yeah, another bitch bites the dust
of bitterness,
I felt so ugly and repulsive.
I bet you’re really happy now
driving your cool black limousine
an older woman on your side,
with creepy smiles,
or
you are alone in rainy nights,
does the car keep you warm…?
yeah, I bet it does
and you can even make sweet love to her…
I feel the bitterness tonight,
what if I cut my veins and let
myself bleeding to death
would it go all this lethal metallic taste,
or if I jump from highest bridge in town
and let cold waters be my silent grave,
would all this pain just go away…?
I hate this bitter moon tonight
exposing me
to all the demons lurking
under the surface of my memory.
You are not worthy of my bitterness,
I know,
I blame it on this crazy bloody night
and bitter moon that's hanging high above.

"Mad Blues and Two Cats"

2009-11-03T00:02:00.004+02:00

Naked on the floor
one last menthol cigarette
is cold, so cold tonight,
Halloween with creepy masks
walking in silence,
phosphorescent eyes
watching in the darkness,
pain that never heals,
dreams forever lost,
a river of blood flowing
invading the earth,
poppy flowers blooming,
you were there
you witnessed their pain,
the never ending pain
the misfits of this time…
broken hearted I lie here,
the point of no return
I died to many times
Before
with every second of my solitude,
with every cry
of the unborn children
killed by hunger and despair ,
two cats glowing in the shadow
and a Halloween mad blues
for a broken heart.
I am here...

"Black cat on the roadside"

2009-08-17T05:14:00.006+03:00

Energy drinks,

one can, two, three

Who counts it anyway?

just keep me awake,

is night and we are on the road

going home,

the highway going deeper in the dark

the sky has yet no stars,

Guarana taste,

Guarana smell

I like it,

Guarana lip balm,

August summer sky,

“On the road”- haven’t read it

to add on the must do things before I die,

Night talking in my head,

friend talking,

Who cares?

“The Cure – Burn” haunting in my mind,

Black cat with wide green eyes

on the roadside

watching me,

on the way to the mountain of salt,

“burn” spinning through my thoughts,

I fell for a created image,

a ghost in the shell,

an illusion,

The road through forest on a summer day,

“What would you do if the night catches you

in a forest like this, would you be scared?”

words from a different summer,

different forest but still looking the same,

guarana taste on my lips,

aroma floating in the air,

no, I wouldn’t be scared,

the illusion is dead,

a black cat with big bright eyes

just on the side of the road,

again,

our way back home,

could be the same cat,

could be an error in Matrix,

who cares anyway,

“victims, aren’t we all”…

"Poem to my lover"

2009-08-06T23:28:00.003+03:00

Rain falling this empty and cold night
Time contorting like a boa snake
unifying past and present with future
like in a Tarot game for royals
sitting on the bank of Euphrates
I remember Babylon,
the beauty of all times
sadness invades my heart
Tokyo by night,
a blue moon rising over a lonely beach
the smoke of my cigarette,
I draw with henna on my hands
Mendhi,
life is just a journey in the land of the dead
elephants passing by into the Indian sunset,
the cycle of reincarnation,
in my room smoking,
this air of desolation invading everything,
Hannibal crossing the Alps with elephants
Roman Empire declining,
on Southern Seas ghost ships are crossing
the ships of Cristobal Colon still searching
the way to India,
I am tired to wait for you,
alligators go hunting in Everglades,
Utopia,
my dreams with flying fishes and orange moons,
can’t wait for you anymore,
I will send you postcards from uncharted places,
I will leave with the first ship to the Tropics,
just wait the monsoon,
my hunter from sad Tropics
I’ve waited for you in vain
now I will leave
Route 66 and the desert,
time is flowing chaotically,
in paradise angels eat ice-cream for angels,
I will no longer wait for you,
find me if you really love me,
my angel is on vacation,
rain still falling over the city of ghosts,
paintings of Chirico,
pink dolphins swimming in Amazon,
a car from 30’s,
endless number of human cells,
the intuition of the absolute in every raindrop,
rain falling over a battlefield,
the map of the human genome,
the unfinished cathedral of Gaudi,
I had a dream of you last night
you were so sad looking at me,
we are all seeking Paradise,
I will leave,
I’m tired of waiting, smoking my menthol cigarettes,
if you ever loved me
or still love me
Find me.

"Erotica"

2009-08-06T02:17:00.006+03:00

I touch your skin soft like dark Chinese silk

with my fingertips

connected to your warmth

diving into your eyes

there’s no tomorrow

no today

no yesterday

a moment in space and time

closer and closer

I feel your breath

hot, burning air,

drops of sweat

as I lick them slowly from your skin

your blood pulsating

your heartbeats under the skin

ribcage

tissues

blood

plasma

cells

muscle

electric impulses…

don’t care about you anymore

you are only a ghost

an obsession,

I hate you,

I want you

between these sheets your aroma

heat is a poison

an endless night so bitter and so bloody

your tongue down along my spine

licking and kissing

the delicate and pale skin

down to the lower back

the tribal dragonfly tattoo

your kisses burning like acid

I hate you,

I love you

this night with no tomorrow,

disconnect,

system shuts down

no more dreams

no more desires…

Poem~11

2009-07-19T02:18:00.005+03:00

"Zen"

This air

is hot,

sticky like melted sugar,

like blood,

air of a night

flowing to nowhere…

right here in my room

breathing

I am,

you are,

night crawls with every cell

that dies,

here and now

there is no one breathing

just air of lonely night

sticky and toxic...

"The Messenger"

2009-07-07T00:17:00.005+03:00

A crow flew over my heart.

I wasn’t sure if I was awake

or dreaming,

I was afraid the crow would think

that I am dead

and eat my flesh.

I was afraid but

in the same time

I was at peace

like numb

like didn’t care anymore

if I was alive or dead.

But the crow just flew

over my left side

and I woke up

still feeling the touch of his wings.

"Poem~5"

2009-06-20T15:49:00.004+03:00

Poem~5

Cyber Drama

To nobody

(saying to me “once a bullshitter always a bullshitter,

ensure you put that in your poem”)

Summer heat melting the asphalt

cotton like silence and air so hot

burning lungs,

in my room hearing the noise of the fan

cooling the air,

Patricia Kaas singing “Rien ne s’arrete”,

watching the white ceiling

chaos in my head,

Words,

memories circling around

like venomous serpents,

I remember,

cuz nothing gets lost in the memory of pain,

him calling me baby,

pretending to be someone else,

pretending he needs real love,

yeah, instant love was what he really

was looking for

Digits,

Cyberspace,

Cyber world

where everyone pretends

to be

someone else,

Lying,

Falsity converted into 1 and 0,

the language of machines,

I let myself being used,

I used that as a pretext to escape

my reality

my infinite sadness that comes from

a time before I was born,

my curse,

I was never pretending,

I dived into this artificial and instant love

like those that die of thirst in the desert,

imagining water

illusions that lead to death,

I used him as a pretext for my poems,

I loved him as he pretended to be

into the cyber world,

his toxic kiss,

world keeps moving around the sun,

Digital love turned into digital hate,

he cannot hurt me anymore

is just another label,

I am the bullshitter, like he said,

I will wear just another label

along with my scars painted on my heart,

“Rien ne s’arrete”,

don’t feel regrets,

would be in vain,

between him and me

Digital space

Digital feelings

Digital words,

Digital hate…

Silence will cover everything

and time will erase even memories…

But there

would always exist

into the cyberspace

traces of all digital dramas.

Poem~7

2009-06-12T00:34:00.006+03:00

Thoughts turning into sand

Sahara inside my heart

I have my cross to bear

till I would stop bleeding

till I would get too tired

to waste

another tear

another breath

another day

into this vast desert

that eats those who get lost

winds dry their bones, their flesh

no traces of any dreams they had

no memories left,

this desert hungrily consumes

the Lost and Damned.

Unforgiving waits in the darkness

hiding dark waters of despair

illusion to torture

forever thirsty souls

tormented by sins

and pain that won’t go away…

I died for you once

now is too late to find salvation,

Sahara inside my soul…

"Digital Dragonfly"

2009-06-04T14:54:00.004+03:00

Flying between colors
space,
time,
drifting amid worlds
restless and fragile
attracted to darkness,
agonizing,
abnormal beauty,
cyber life…
attracted to light,
serenity,
endurable pain,
open windows through the infinite space,
just waiting to be explored,
using and being used,
leaving and being left,
seconds,
digits,
improbable flowers twisting and curling
connecting machines and flesh,
cables unplugged
one million suns exploding
in silence,
no traces,
only a digital dragonfly
dreaming
a digital dream.

Poem~1

2009-06-01T23:48:00.005+03:00

Nothing to wear today

bones are so heavy

the skin cannot fit anymore,

so many scars carved on it,

nothing to wear today

the sun shines openly in the sky

this light so dense,

is hurting,

nothing to wear today,

not even a smile,

no tear,

no trace of happiness,

rupture,

nothing to wear today…

Poem~3

2009-05-26T23:12:00.002+03:00

A time that belongs to nobody

is circling me like a snake

hard to breathe,

enough…

enough space filled with worthless things

feelings with no shape,

words that cannot be heard,

books never to be written,

images with no colors,

people without faces,

dark waters with no land

yet

existing in a probable future

and in some dreams not to be remembered

in the mornings,

only a weird and metallic taste

left of them,

reminiscent of the void

before the beginning.

"The Summer of Hate"

2009-05-17T21:02:00.006+03:00

Heat dropping like acid

burning all thoughts

solitary nights so perfect

yet so dead,

time flowing endlessly

no mercy, no excuse,

words that hurt and words that kill

to the point of no return,

loosing control

diving into madness

so much hate in so much pain

searching for some reasons

passion turned to poison,

with fingernails and blood

writing silent cries…

won’t ever forget

won’t ever forgive

that summer of hate.

"Industrial Sunset" - postcard from a far away place

2009-05-06T23:43:00.001+03:00

Dear Tequila,
I send you this postcard because I think of you.
How is your life going on?
I hope you are good.
Do you like reading Bukowski?
the writer I told you about some time ago...
I know.
I have weird taste in writers.
But I guess you know that already.
I am listening “The Shape Of My Heart”
and I miss my kitty.
She ran away one day and is still missing.
Don’t know if she would find the way back home.
I’m sad.
The sunset is gorgeous,
Kisses,
Dragonfly

"Adagio"

2009-04-20T00:52:00.005+03:00

She is listening “Adagio in G Minor” by Albinoni,

late this night,

she puts her turquoise earrings,

outside in the night is raining,

she puts a silver chain with a dragonfly

around her neck,

emptiness is almost tangible

and air is so thin,

the heavy night on her heart

invisible tears of blood...

her perfume floating in the room

dense…like an obsession,

she colors her lips

with crimson lipstick

her favorite color,

outside the city is lost in a rainy night

and cigarette is over…

she knows she belongs to nowhere,

shipwrecked on the verge of solitude,

one more look into the mirror

while strange blue eyes are watching her back

as she is vanishing into the shadow.

"Silence"

2009-04-05T00:02:00.007+03:00

Death talks with me

in the silence of some nights

when time stands still

and there is no tomorrow.

With every breath I’m taking

I feel the icy coldness

when death is talking with me

about the emptiness of being.

Is snowing in the night

with white petals of cherry trees

And there is no moon…

make a wish,

I can’t sleep

and breathing is so heavy

this air of time

so bitter

no butterflies

no stars

all is gone now.

Death talks with me this night.

"Saturday Night Blues"

2009-03-21T23:20:00.004+02:00

I belong to nowhere
and night is my refuge
no one knows who I am
in the night,
no one knows my pain
here and now
in a blues bar
I sit in a corner
smoking,
looking at you
don’t know who you are
yet you are so familiar
this night is too heavy
like poison flowing in my blood
can’t breathe and still
I sit indifferently
playing with my black
pearl necklace
you invite me to dance
but I don’t hear your voice
I melt into this night
and nothing matters
dancing with you I feel your skin
so warm and smooth
my heart is bleeding
Saturday night blues
diving into this moment
like there’s no tomorrow
your kisses on my neck,
Smiles,
Whispers,
night is reigning in the kingdom of loneliness
dancing with you and still so far away
Saturday blues
and no,
I’m not taking you home with me.

"Devil's Playground"

2009-03-18T15:40:00.006+02:00

A Rubik’s cube on the floor
an empty glass
a postcard from someone
I had never known,
I am making faces on the window glass,
drawing memories on my breath
thinking about another night
a time when I was so naïve
believing in feelings.
I still remember him saying
“We didn’t click
but we can still have sex”,
with a big grin on his face
and I was numb
naked on the bed
feeling like I was somehow acting
a part in a surreal David Lynch movie..
It wasn’t my life anymore.
I was just a puppet playing
a stupid game
called sex and
love
on Devil’s playground.

"Reading"

2009-03-17T23:21:00.003+02:00

Every day I read
a different book
I read sometimes the final chapter
On other times just random pages
from random books
in a way is like having one book
made from different parts
like a mosaic of glass
marble, wood
granite, ivory
bones and snow flakes
dried leaves and tissue
shells, butterfly wings and silver
all mixed up
composing
the most amazing book
the book of secrets
in which I may find

someday
only if I am lucky
how to make angels smile.

"Loved"

2009-03-04T21:16:00.003+02:00

Cold inside the room
a Bukowski book on the floor
a glass of white vermouth
with two green olives,
always two,
staring at the ceiling
like it was an August sky
smoke of the cigarette swirling
to my surrogate of summer sky
my red high heels shoes
left in a corner
as I never wore them
bought especially for you
you used to love red shoes on women’s feet
but never seen me wearing mines.
I am still obsessed by you
life is crawling in this void
trying to fill it,
my Bukowski book still open
existence as on ordinary poem
of an unknown author
written with scars on a human skin,
every word
a scar
never healed completely..
too tired to read
too tired to wait
in vain
the air of freedom
just resting on the floor
from the heavy burden
I carry with myself
before I was even born.

"Tattoo"

2009-02-18T23:00:00.002+02:00

She got her first tattoo carved
on her pale skin
in a tattoo studio
on an ordinary street
where at the corners
pimps and hookers
reigned in cold and heavy nights.
She was listening to “Run baby, Run”
played somewhere
pretty loud
so loud
she couldn’t feel no pain
just her thoughts crawling
inside her body.
She already had her soul
tattooed all over
by memories
that carved deeper
and deeper into her innocence
until she felt no more pain
just isolation
from a world
she couldn’t understand anymore.
She got her first tattoo
on her body now
and disappears into the concrete night.

“The night world stopped spinning”

2009-02-08T23:59:00.007+02:00

I was 5 when my father
took me to the new Circus in town.
I only remember the cold night and my father holding
my hand on our way back home.
Never been to Circus again.

I was 18 when I first fall in love
with so much despair
my stomach was aching and
my feet trembling
each time I was seeing his face.
I never saw him again.

I was 21 when death made its presence
in my life and thoughts
and I knew for the first time
I am doomed to feel more
than my heart can bear.

I was 28 when another man
made me realize that life is
nothing but pain
and my heart bled for the last time.

Time is passing in thick like cotton night
and dusty air,
silence growing enormously inside my brain
and all I hear are the beatings of my heart
or maybe I am just imagining.

I was so emptied tonight
that my heart stopped beating.

"Dinner with Ani"

2009-02-07T00:20:00.000+02:00

“Dinner with Ani”

It was a perfect day, so perfect you would wanna die,
Just go to sleep and let the world keep going
On a road to perdition, I miss you much and miss your words,
Night covers me with sweet perfume but makes me sick
A glass of white wine and crimson roses dead in vase
I’m sitting in the dark and all is false
Am not going to be there again…
Dear Ani,
I used to tell you about my nightmares,
It was a perfect day and spring is coming
I can feel it in my veins
You know I miss him so much sometimes,
So much that it hurts,
This night so perfect and yet empty
I wish I was 15 again
In love with rain, lost in a dark city,
Silence wraps around my neck
Like a pearl necklace and
You are dead.

"When Night is Falling"

2009-02-04T01:06:00.003+02:00

I can see night falling
over the city of lost souls,
I can see my love
dying
in this lightness of being.
So tired to be alive
in a dead world,
so lost
in all this space
between
you
and
me.
Nothing can fill
such distance,
a simple word
that’s missing
and everything falls down
like a domino castle.
You
and
Me.
More than this
I don’t know anything,
just lonely highways
into the night
to nowhere,
pain that cuts deep
in the flesh,
memories
brought back
like blood flowing…
invisible
red rivers
devastating time
and being.
I can feel night falling
every second
like acid
burning on my skin.
No escape this time.
I am going crazy
and all the emptiness around
is filled by darkness
of the night.

"Pornographique"

2009-01-30T01:23:00.005+02:00

Silence cries inside my head
trying to find a balance
between life and
death
two points
limits of my spleen
in which I'm trapped
Time flowing
here now
in this elevator
starting from zero
Melancholia invading all cells
green poison like absinthe
Strange eyes watching me
devouring my flesh
extreme game
as adrenaline melts in the blood
I let you watching me
Playing weird game
The elevator goes
No stops
My mind is blank
So dreary
Life is void…
Your eyes are empty
Hungry for what you see
Can’t touch,
Can’t have,
Pornographique…
How far can go
this fucking game
Futile,
I breathe this air
My mouth is dry
Is night
Is day
Who even cares
The elevator keeps on going
To nowhere
Is there any end
I wonder
Getting addicted
on dreaming
other ways
to kill the pain
I feel inside
I hate you watching me
my skin is glowing
smooth like velvet
electricity between two strangers
stuck in an elevator
going to the last floor
Is in the air
Loneliness,
Pornographique…
I feel your eyes
on my skin
I feel your thoughts
going under my flesh
Is in the air
My hate for you
Unnecessary stupid game
No touch
Just looks
Million miles away from you
Stuck in this elevator
Pornographique…
Going to nowhere
I rebel myself
Abyss in my heart
Growing and consuming
everything around
Until
We stop
At the last floor.

“Blue Moon Café”

2009-01-04T02:32:00.011+02:00

“Blue Moon Café”

Night is falling cold and sad,
street lights, neon lights,
snow flakes floating,
suspended in frozen air…
Time stands still tonight
and all the passers by vanish
like shadows…
This night just goes forever
swirling,
like a snake eating its own tale.
I watch the coffee on the table
dark like the night,
bitter like the night,
the café is empty at this hour,
lovers gone,
good people sleeping in warm beds,
dreaming useless dreams,
only the insomniacs come around
“Blue Moon Café”,
the only place where you can dream
with eyes wide open,
see places you’ll never visit,
touch the skin of ghostly lover
cry and drink black coffee
vanilla flavor,
the place for all doomed
a place for those that dreams are nightmares.
cigarette is now over,
night is there waiting,
a dreams and souls eating monster,
I breathe the icy air and gently snowflakes
touch my face like angels’ kisses
as I vanish
into a night that goes forever…

"Tropic Blues Bar"

2008-12-05T00:34:00.001+02:00

Black coffee and cigarettes
bluish smoke swirling around
Piano bar,
watching the ceiling,
all dreams that died
in morning shadows,
Black coffee,
and Malibu rum
more cigarettes and the blues
Saturday night and winter rain
Tropic Blues Bar,
more rum and cigarettes
outside the city dreaming
with all the neon lights,
inside just music,
floating around like old perfume
someone is laughing,
old scars,
midnight blues,
Malibu rum,
unknown stories,
sad eyes through smoke and yellow light
fake smiles,
I’m just a stranger
into this ordinary night,
white pearls on broken necklace,
time is crawling,
a flesh eating monster,
deeper and deeper,
in the night I suffer
and smile to all these people
that one day will die,
a daisy glowing
doorway to the past,
Black coffee and cigarettes
and the blues
inside
Tropic Blues Bar…