I.

Crowd

A hand is stretched

A tiny little bunch…

Flowers’ stems are warm

For someone gripped them long

I take it silently

Without a

Thank you

II.

They’ve clipped a wing of mine

And lured me with sky

See, I’m flying already

Proud and content

But why am I flying in circles

Why…

III.

Crowd

A hand with knife is stretched:

‘Grab it! And stab it

In the first back

That comes across!’

I turn around

And go away…

With stillness in my eyes

IV.

A call

And date

A cup of coffee

Conversation

‘What about another drink?’

Bed…

And everything is all the same…

Emptiness inside

It rings again…

Don’t answer!

V.

Crowd

Above it – Cross

And someone on the Cross

We all throw stones on him

In silence…

I come back home

Holes in my hands

From old, bloody, rusty nails…

Whole Eternity

VI.

Crowd

Frantic cries of

Fallen bodies.

We walk on soft ground

Feeling taller

From the layers

Of

Creatures underneath.

VII.

Crowd

With little sparkles

In our hands

We stand along each other

Burst of flame –

Someone flies away.

Increasingly insistent

We fan the glow

In our hands.

Some join hands and

Fly on the wings of a joint fire

Others

Burn out,

Quietly spent.

VIII.

Wall

Draw a door.

Believe.

Open it and

Go through

To the other side.

IX.

Masks.

Wait in line

To buy them.

Go home,

Hang them in the

Wardrobe and

Run to wait in

New lines.

X.

Roundabout

There is always

Somebody

Going in and out.

Always

Somebody is

Going round.

Sometimes it’s nice to

Have your head

Spinning.

XI.

Crawling

Mortally wounded eagle.

Wind

Little snail is

Swept away by the

Tempestuous

Impulse.

XII.

Piano

Black and white

Kaleidoscope of

Sounds.

We bare our hands –

Not hiding anything.

Our fingers.

XIII.

River

Frightfully deep.

We let the horses.

Just to try.

After that

We cross. But

On the other side the

First to reach were

They.

XIV.

empty page

XV.

Door

We lock it.

Lose the key.

Draw a wall.

Hit our heads

Against it.

XVI.

Hitchhike

1/3 of them are

Showing us the finger.

1/3 are thinking of

Showing us the finger.

1/3 stop and politely explain

Their way is different.

Let’s wait

For the next car.

XVII.

Hitchhike

Nice car.

Important man.

Expensive perfume.

Posh music.

Significant theories.

Nice, random conversation.

What a bad stroke of luck!

XVIII.

Hitchhike

Meeting strangers?

Adventures?

Silent drivers?

We leave them,

One by one

Behind us.

Very careful

Not to forget

Anything in their cars.

Looking for the road.

Mainly. And

Indirectly,

For ourselves.