Broken Wings

After a very long break, a torture break, when for months I was working for the money only, no time, no sex, no love, no muse, this comes as a start, as a modest but certain proof that I am still alive.

Broken Wings

I saw you last night
You were swaying and bald
Refining your angel-like moves
Sold
To an open wide square.

Yesterday was so much mine
Until a cavity popped-
A window
From me
Draining…

…Your wings
Broken into me
So beautiful it was
When I dreamed dogs
Eating pieces of us both
When, down the fleshy rain,
A stalker and a tree we were
I thought…

…My blood into your bowels
Your bowels down my throat
It was like a whole World
Born…

But, torn
Your thoughts have sold
My yesterdays out,
My gold
My valueless coins,
My shout
Screaming through wrinkles
On your frightened face
Old…

-to Semir Alkadi - 06.10.2010