sobota 19. decembra 2020

 L-over missing (14.5.2020,lock-down)


Overtired from oversize feeling

of missing

Border control over all everyday

thinking,

over, over, over...,

i miss my lover!

Close to you, next to you, near to you,

up to you, behind of you, all over

around to you.

Start with one kiss to over-kiss,

Continue with one hug to over-hug,

this game will not ever over

This love can we play over and over.

over, over, over...

i miss my lover. 






"Fickle Game"


waiting with others outside,

faded grass under the feet

faces from my old town, but

i don´t know what i am doing here.

Old church from warm wood,

small space:

"Donˇt stay there in the hall, door is open for all."

Watching, seeing, many free chairs,

piano start playing:

 

"I wanna be older, I wanna be stronger
I don't wanna fall at the start
I wanna be quicker, I wanna get closer
Don't wanna feel worlds apart

 Cause I'm fast enough to get in trouble, and not fast enough to get away
I'm old enough to know I'll end up dying
And not young enough to forget again.

It's all a fickle game
Life's a fickle game we play."

 

...i know him, is it Daniel!

The guy, who was cleaning our bathroom with bathroom rang,

and has an other rang for kitchen.

I even didn´t know that he can sing.

what a surprise, what an amateur sound.

 

Smiling faces

questioning eyes

freezing echo

applause is surprise.

Old town people standing from chairs

suddenly i sit there 

don't want to move again

fickle games are what we play.