not a sweet carnival on a boulevard,
neither bloodshed by a roadside.
Tearing the curtains of the mystery that lies
behind,
an everyday pursuit, as if I was blind.
Who/what contains the answers to all the riddles
of life?
I look inside of empty coffee cans,
behind the dumpsters and the lonely
dreams at night.
Searched in old books, smelling each page,
as if it was the last.
Ate a banana peel to taste the blood of plants,
Carved a niche on the wall to place my empty heart.
Tried to invent new words to confused the mind,
like zen masters do, wanting to transcend
and go to otherworldly lands.
Stop for a moment, listen to opera, which I still
don’t understand… the cacophony of noises coming
from the act.
Still fight the flesh, is it really mine?
the internal battle continues
between carnal pleasures and the abstinence of
imaginary “Gods”.
All of that in one single day!
it is like watching a movie
with an endless end…
The screen goes blank,
all the seats are empty,
all of them...
except mine.
anjani
march 10/2014
