birthday cake

I'm helping people
to pieces of me, we've been
playing this game for a little
while

I suppose
we're right
in the middle
of this turn, and there is
a draw:

the guests forgot
to bring their gifts
I forgot to make
a wish

the candles died,
their flamy heads
got chopped off
the waxy trunks

only the smoke

feels free to wander

in the central part
of the celebration
we suddenly lose
my name

we won't collect
the missing letters
from under
the table

nobody's going
to make a fuss
over a single word
gone

take another bite
of me
if you
like
now
there are very few pieces
left

relative

my sister dreams of dragons

she has a special crew
to fight them to nearly-
death
while the rescue team
at the other side of her
dream

is trying
to drag
the dragons back
to life

what she's after
appears mysterious

resuscitating the dragon
at the last available second
of an REM phase
may lead to a spot
in the darkest part of the palace

soft like a pillow

where it may turn out

against all the logic
gathered by generations
of people and dragons

that
it's out of sense
to kill one's last white dragon
in the dream

in order to prove
to the rest of the world
that one has studied rules
of dealing with apparent beasts
long enough
to be equipped
with sufficient armour
against all the people- and dragon-caused
dangers

maybe
to breath

would do

to survive
living

I Love You All the Same

the frontman sings
with his eyes closed
visibly affected by the lyrics

he wears
a beard and a moustache
the colour of
chestnut, what I'm trying
to say is that he's
handsome, the way

he holds the guitar
and the main stream
of attention
at the microphone

meanwhile
the other guy
plays the guitar with his eyes
half
open, he came through the

back door, maybe, I wasn't
there when the song had
started

on his eyelids he's wearing
dark grey
eyeshadows

he also used a black
eyeliner to make
the borders obvious
to the crowd

what the song is not about
is a story within the story

that's what I'm after

poem writing

Once upon a time there was
a fixed set of
images and notions

tirelessly rearranged
through time
by yet another
fixed set of fingers

the images will keep
on meeting the notions,
they'll keep
coming back

in a novel combination
sure

to be
dismantled

as another newborn poet
is waiting
in line

the concert

the band's performing for a
U Tube audience
in a sepia brown
room, in kind of a castle

or a castle image

there are rabbits
walking on the floor
in vain search
of a bite
of grass

the Sun has agreed
to shine through the
window straight
onto the stage

one of the rabbits

is going to write the third
stanza, I'm going to
press

play again

(12:52)

condition

thinking of something else
she bites with the wrong
side of the mouth

her tooth
sways like a white-skinned
baby on the edge of an unattended
crib, the room

darkens with sudden dreams

in a broken root
a shot of pain turns into
unexpected pleasure

like when one is able
to cry
at last

after one thousand of occasions
the tears previously managed
to miss