i'm not a bore, that woman/man is.

i entertain regularly on Thursdays
all of you are witnesses.
i don't have anything wise to say
but i'm polite and smile at everyone's way
and exit through the balcony
and fly away.
            it's no talltale.

my fish went down the cat's mouth

i wasn't paying attention
because i'm usually not around
then this tragedy strikes.
such as i wasn't prepared for...
who will be my friend now??

everyday life is

everyday is like this.
everybody is confused,they are dammed.
the sugar disappears from
the coffee, the measure of salt
is on the floor,the sea is dark,
in shadows, the day hides.
the sun is just a machine
and your face is a blank canvas.

the tune

the monster that sought refuge
in a house because
the lake is deep and too dark
for her.
she stretches her neck
to reach my hand
and then recoils back to
her makeshift pool
i built
till she decides
to stay or leave. 

I have faith in dylan

siren

the piano that saves my life.

damp

hands are wet with
rainwater.
drops resonate deep in
my mind,splitting
into two.