So what are we to do then? Stare? (2019)
A: Shall we open it then?
B: What?
A: The door
B: If a door is ready, it'll open itself
A: So what are we to do then? Stare?
B: One can only marvel at the potentiality of new beginnings
A: Yes, that is what I'm doing - great details, actually
B: What?
A: The door
B: But that's beyond the point
A: Not at all. In fact we're still here - not through, nor beyond
B: Uhm. Before, one might say. Perhaps we came too early...
A: Yes. Let's stay here for a while, before it's too late
B: But now I want to go beyond - that was the point
A: Right. Perhaps, if we stop staring, the door might open itself
B: Or, indeed, disappear
- pause -
A: Should we open it then?
B: Don't you see there are no handles?
A: Fine. I will try to unsee the door
B: One cannot unsee what one's fate has laid before them
- pause -
A: So what are we to do then? Stare?
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Cosmogony of Pain (2018)
You,
You shot me into this world
Out of hubris and oblivion
Out of arrogance and anguish
From the black depths of
your vengeful
soul
You,
You fleshed me out
Out of the sticky magma
of
Your selfist lush,
Your poisonous anger
Your love is flawed
Your love is cursed
And I,
I shall now walk the precarious
paths
of
this sudden lifetime
Mending the unwanted wounds,
the unwanted wounds
You granted
Me
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Kill'em with kindness, they say (2018)
Coat - CHECK
Sunglasses - CHECK
Clutch, pressing hard against my ribs - She is my shield.
Mascaraed eyelashes, they scrape the lens.
I scrutiny the street.
He seems safe.
The lady stares.
She casts a spell against my fur - She is my shield.
The kids, they laugh.
I keep my strut and usher in on the train.
Clutch, pressing hard against my ribs - She is my shield.
The passengers, they twitch in angst.
Am I thrilled? Sometimes attention is a consolatory glory.
A DEFENSE MECHANISM.
My silk skirt spirals, revealing my irsute legs.
A man breaks into a grotesque laughter.
Another, he starts perusing my body.
His avid gaze fills me with
contempt.
Clutch, pressing hard against my ribs - She is my shield.
I pull my glasses down, trying to reverse his
GAZE.
My eyelash batter.
He is not flattered.
Kill'em with kindness, they say.
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ODE TO THE BEARD (2016)
My beard
creeping on my face
murders the memory of my
innocence
My beard
piercing through my skin
tears the veil of my
fragility
My beard
biting my chin
with its pungent teeth
mars the serenity of my
spirit
My beard
seeping through my pores
corrupts my appearance with
masculinity
My beard