she always used to set the walls 'round her on fire
and cover them with barbwire
while he's killing ladybugs on the ceiling of his world
they are summer snowmen
with rust in their hair, with yesterday plans
they are the opposite shores of vast grey of today
he lives on the insect graveyard and smoke
so many cigarettes that he can barely breathe
and she's scared of her haunted metronome
and sounds of submarines in the harbour
the ways of nuclear lovers
cross in useless memory storehouse
exist for nothing because of the fickleness
twice as peerless, half as blissful
out there along the railway tracks
under the chequered sky and wet woodpoles
they always hurl into dark tunnels
unaware of the unknown void
into desolation, the mind and its creation
unable to understand
surrender to destruction
About the Creator
Filip Čaja
Pen name: William Greco - writes surreal poetry and short stories that explore the uncanny and hidden sides of life. Mainly inspired by the great surrealists or weird fiction and magical realism authors.
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