Κυριακή, 30 Δεκεμβρίου 2012

transfer

The passers-by may walk indifferently
over our scattered bones
ignorant of the burning flames
that once our heart cocooned,
but our frail shadows
will serenely cross Acheron's gloomy crest
clinging to the sweet pomegrenate,
the relic of our uncommonly piquant bond 

Σάββατο, 29 Δεκεμβρίου 2012

Retina detachment

how can you become a star 
without radiance?

unctuous, imperturbable
white ceiling
I'm doomed to stare at
how can I fill this emptiness
with flickering lights?

only dim shadows
dark spots
on this mesmerizing carpet of despair

Πέμπτη, 27 Δεκεμβρίου 2012

speak out against darkness

A clang of outcry sweeps across the land
as the proponents of political correctness
dig their own graves
attacking conservative mirror images
while rousting out
all the ones without turbans
without crosses, or stars of David
adorned only with plain human-ness
clasping the last vestiges of some obscure primordial charm,
and
 they are shipping out all the ignorant noisy gongs of men
to the abyss of neo-obscurantinism,
disguised as multiculturalism,
but when we are all rounded up
the national endowment of appeasement
will not utter a word of protest
as young men who echoed worn-out catechisms
will be devoured
in the gulags [raised unawares],
so
stand up and yell
all you loathers of ocracies,
all you lovers of the pursuit of joy,
deep in your vision of hope,
now is the time to speak,
before the fatwas of barbarism take effect for real



a parody of L. Ferlinghetti's "speak out! "