INDOORS THE SOUP

standing

The dust waiting in the backstage

All friends gather outside in disguise

Your memory sings mistakes like unapproachable conquering

Illusions… songs of that blind guitar

Oppressive swallow

Your throat is sore of dreams

The chords play

moving dust

All to a waste of towers in time

The landscape dry and infertile

The stars don’t shine without your knowledge

I can't store knowledge

I lose memory of your lips




Karinna A. Gulias (2012) - poem from the new book