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Friday, 28 April 2023

33 I like


the fact that in the beginning

there’s only a smell of wood fire

time when time doesn’t yet exist

the spring sun licks your face

like a puppy

 

we exchange glances

that have unwittingly seen

what they’ve seen

brought to the surface

we stare goggle-eyed

the deep sea fish

 

I want to comfort you but your tears

tickle my cheek

 

old age falls on our heads

like snow that doesn’t thaw

in spring

 

Friday, 24 March 2023

32 I like

 

when you recall the summers

when parents used to take you

to the suburban lake

you remember the sight

of old women on the beach

standing by a plaid blanket

in two-piece beach suits

a burdock leaf on the head

as large as a frog’s eyes

dark sunglasses with green

plastic frames

a fleawort leaf on the nose

blue varicose veins on the calves

skin wrinkled on the knees

stretch marks on the sagging belly

the jelly-like thighs

most of all the double

folds of fat on the back

between bra and hips

 

you look at yourself in the mirror

before leaving for a Greek island

you smile apologetically

a fifty-five-year-old

Aphrodite

 

 

Friday, 17 February 2023

31 I like

 

to think about a woman

who didn’t do anything special

she made love to a husband

she didn’t love

brought up children

who wouldn’t listen

went to work

she didn’t like

met friends

she had nothing in common with

watched television

which irritated her

read books

which bored her

professed religion

she didn’t believe in

 

dead

or alive

blindworm in the sun

 

 

Friday, 20 January 2023

30 I like


to watch as she sits

on an express train

from nowhere to nowhere

 

a cream complexion

platinum hair of a dry autumn

brownish green trousers of a country pond

black hobnailed high-heel shoes

a cornflower thin wool jumper

 

her index finger

with dark blue varnish on the nail

brushes a touch screen

the fingertip with a unique fingerprint

taps on the names of those

to whom she talks about nothing in particular

killing the time of the journey

from nowhere to nowhere

 

a slightly aquiline nose

prolonged eyelashes

violet lipstick

rouge on the cheeks

rods of the red sun

on her October legs

 

the path trodden in the hollow of the spine

descends to the bottom of the valley

cut between two cultivated knolls

where from under decaying leaves

a bitter spring flows

 

the deserted road to senility and death

through the window of an express train

from nowhere to nowhere

 

 

Friday, 16 December 2022

29 I like

 

when at the end of what you call studies

you throw together something like a dissertation

from fragments downloaded from the net

you get a degree from a college

of something and something

write a CV and attach an impressive

list of books you haven’t read

they accept you you’re ideal

for a department of logistics sales purchasing

 

in the meantime politicians historians journalists –

you haven’t even noticed there’s no difference between them

because nothing interests you as much

as a new app for your smartphone –

have a dispute over whether an uprising doomed to fail

in the middle of a populous city was useful

willy-nilly the chips reach

your always busy ears

burst the eardrums rolling during evening parades

somewhere deep inside the sirens howl seductively

 

for some time you live normally

that is the same as others

you start a family take a loan

despite the numerous disadvantages of the solution

you build a house on a housing estate out of town

if you get promoted to the department manager

you can afford to be stuck in traffic in a new SUV

but you can’t afford to lose your wretched job

two installments separate you from homelessness

 

so when the moment comes

when you have to do it

you make the sign of the cross

even though you stopped going to church a long ago

maybe God will help if not fuck it

with a cry of holyyy shiiit!!!

you die but not wholly

you leave a monument behind

or at least a commemorative plaque

blessed by a priest who loves boys

just like you

 

Friday, 25 November 2022

28 I like

 

when you’re kidding

may it be over at last

this end of the world lasts too long

the end of the world shouldn’t last

longer than creation

 

when evil fights against evil

bones crack but the outcome

is a foregone conclusion

 

what an unusual

time to be alive

an age of great extinction

 

 

 

Friday, 28 October 2022

27 I like

 

to read an interview with a film director

who after therapy closes his Facebook account

a tweet by a PhD

that vaccines kill

and broccoli heal

a confession of a woman afraid to stop

because she might miss something

a post by a blogger who now notices

his likes are changing him into a beast

a comment that once kissing was what you did

between hello and fucking

a headline about registering the brand Zyklon

for a firm’s gas ovens

 

pain

spreading through veins

autumn rain