come and take it

sometimes I want to disappear
vanish in the air
become smell of burned food
mixed with strong smell of peeled mandarins
become cold breeze
making you blush when I touch you
to be asleep and awake at the same time
I will be steaming pot of boiling strawberries
and a home made strawberry cheesecake
sometimes I want to vanish
unexpectedly
as if someone hit you from behind





at the end




you are thankful that someone gave you few seconds of rest. sometimes I just don’t want to wake up – sleep until the bed sores emerge: on my back mostly. then just turn on the other side. change my brains. swap the tape for the better one. louder music. same as others have – be part of the crowd. marching all together with the rhythm of that melody towards the abyss of shouting TVs, long hospital queues, ready made disgusting meals, small crying creatures – babies, are they really called so?
when we reach the bottom, we all will start digging the ground. we all will work on creating dust-heap.
digging a deeper hole trying to get closer to the bottom of the longing abyss. sharing wriggling worms – getting dirty, smell of fresh soil mixed with sweat stench . damp peoples’ faces. cries, sighs, complaints about life while still



continuing



digging.


simultaneously supporting each other. there surely should be a puppeteer responsible for ugliness of puppets, their clumsiness. unnecessary softness and dirtiness. the air is green now with their thoughts – sparkling emerald colour.