A look into darkness

glances in the fog do not reach their aim

they do not go past the ring of light around the street lamp

where a lady in a short dress guards

her workplace with no chance for retirement benefits

The shadow is sliding along a street 

disregarding vulgarity and flash of a knife

a guardian avoids forsaken places

This is how homelesness is born under the cover of manhole



The angels have flawn away

They have flawn following the

accelerating clock hands

they took this and that

of my life story

leaving bitter taste

of passing

and a bit of imitation of silver

above my face

nobody wants to tell

why the angels

have disappeared into nowhere





Daybreak

At quarter to six

when my alarm clock still snoozes

I open my eyes one at the time

Checking if the day

has freed itself from the embrace

of the Moon

I do not plan for the day

I drift with the time flow

I gaze at moving clowds

Collecting events

Closing chapter of reality

one after another