An Ode to an Angel

(I found a very old Greek poem -around 800 BC old- by Daemon Hipocritus. If you don’t like it, blame the poet.)

Gimme a moment, angel
Gimme a minute or two,
That what is taken, angel
Will be back to you.

See, this is a crazy dream
We are on th’ demon’s side.
Let Gods live pious lives,
We are heathens, don’t abide.

A lull and the battle wounds –
Every pain is worthwhile,
Tube rails blow white skirts;
Dancing diva, Monroe style.

It’s not about love, angel
Inspire, inspire
Take sweet clay home, angel
Leave the fire, red-desire –

No! There’s no burn, angel
It’s a dream in purple, blue
In the morning when you’re back,
Everything is back to you.


The Football Story

I met my friend on the way to the market. My luck!

“Did you watch the last football world cup?” he asked. A real ancient man!

“I did”, I said under the breath.

“Who were you supporting?” he asked with a smile.

Smug smile, smug smile. I hate his smug smile.

-“No one in particular, I was just watching.”

– “Oh, then you missed something! Taking side is so much fun!”

I had to raise my eyebrows, “How come?”

“The anticipation. Till your team takes the field. The excitement when
they make a move. The disappointment when they lose. The hope that comes
right after the disappointment: All very interesting.”

“Loss is not very interesting, I can say.” I mumbled a protest.

“Yes, it is! The fluctuation of emotions is all we need. The rest is stale.” he said.

“How can I support someone I don’t know much about?” I was still trying to hold my ground.

– “Doesn’t matter. Doesn’t matter.” He nodded his big head.

β€œIt could be like, the hairstyle or the free kicks of Forlan. Or your solidarity towards the African people. Or just that, you worshipped Maradona a decade ago. The hangover continues.”

There was no hope that this conversation would be short.

– “Hey, did you see, how were they gushing about Spain in the newspapers after the final? 5 reasons why Spain is the best etc. etc.”

– “Well, Spain is the champion.” I didn’t know what was coming.

– “How come, they didn’t mention those 5 reasons after the first round debacle? It was not very safe then, I guess.” He smiled with satisfaction.

I kept myself quiet.

“So, fluctuations of emotions, bias towards the successful and reason inventing: remember those. We thrive on them.” he was going away from me.

“I don’t like quasi-intellectual friends who lecture me on the road. You remember that too.” I hollered.

I looked around.

He was not there.


Siren Song

Purple trees,
I am in love!

Beyond the woods
There’s an ocean
The sirens with lovely breasts
Singing
The promises, the promises!

Sinbad’s ship
Waiting
Hope that turned into rubies
Dazzling
“Row the savage boats slaves
You’ll be the master of the universe
One day…
Some day…”
I just have made my peace.

Now I will dye my bearskin with flowers
Stare the sky with hopeless eyes
And wait for her
And wait for her

The cave that is so empty
Will echo her giggles
And groans
That fills my heart
That fills my soul
My anchor, my love
I won’t let you go no more

Purple trees, my friends
As ancient from my grand father’s days
Won’t he bless my boy
Who is fluttering like a fin-leaf
In a distant dream
Won’t he wake up his wife
In the middle of the night
To whisper a shriek

Rejoice, immortality!
They will make love again!