Maand: april 2020

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Night falls like a rock in a still pond

Frogs barking loudly, like there is no universe
No stars to disperse their eternal dust
No humans claiming victory

Just a night falling in a city,
Weird frog noises from a pond
Some voices, muffled, and a cat
mewing in the scrubs

Too much light still though
No stars, no scars tonight
No universe to belittle with its might
But echo’s, a bang, a violence undeclared

And a night, falling like a rock
A universe like a thousand scars
Fragmented light, dismembered frogs,
And a barking undefined

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Talking ‘bout a revolution

The boy with the face of a statue
streches his limbs like he’s truly made of marble

The man with the hands of a piano player
draws formats on the smoky air

There is no music, no relief, but for the joker
drumming on the sides of his chair

Two more men, and one woman
holding up all by herself

One of the two, a little older
leans against the wall and smiles,

while the fifth stands orating,
heavy and serious beyond his years.

The woman sits on a sofa, leaning back,
her head colliding with the wall.

The boy, the man, the drummer, the smiling one
and Diogenes move in unision

a pillow, some juice, a warm hand against her cheek,
anything to make her comfortable.

She crumbles, smiles, apologizes for her clumsiness.
The men draw back, shy in an instant,

she says something serious about the weather,
a blush, a hand through hair and

all is forgotten, back to marble and pianoplaying in the air,
fistshaking and smiles against the wall

Drumming like a battlecall
the shadows closing in.