Might as well post this here
I don't have my poetry forum... so i might as well just post this here.
Pherapheral models
of urbanized dwelling
pointless information
residing in my head
Where are you right now,
my dreams, imagination?
Are you by chance,
hiding under my bed?
should i look into my closet,
where it's dark and blurry
images of sadness
of a stained white shirt
The wine stain is like us
radient and blurry
changing the environment
of this stormy world.
Are you inside my head,
You beasts of wonder?
Have you devoured
every mortal sin?
Our sin is life,
lust and all the others
sinless creatures,
god has yet not seen.
Purify your mind
of daytime flying
of memorization
of fixed moral.
Add to it some lime,
it will make it sour
yet much more tasty
common, my friend, do try.
Insert everything
into your dreams and passions;
to your dying imagination,
give a kiss of life.
Live and do not condem
all the worldy richers,
we are here the richest;
the ones that enjoy life.
PAVEL RUBIN, 2004.
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