Submissions - Trio

 Steel's Love On Steel

Quiet music and the train is coming.

Slowly, menacingly rising its voice,

Through the chilled

(by frozen winter trees

clad in fine silver chains)

Echos of steel's love on steel,

As metal loudly speaks

With brakes comforting

A stranger. This voice is

The spirit of the road,

A mammoth, a dying breed,

Enslaved by us in metal.

Dull Scissors

Dull scissors

Cut through textile

Chewing through threads

Clicking with steel

Guided by flesh

Carving out patches

For dolls' faces

Never blinking

With eyes made of plastic

And mouths of red ink.

Snow Dipped in Vanilla

Snow dipped in vanilla

Thawed by the emerging spring

Bare canvas of shoulders

Sprinkles of the first dew

Closeness of a distant star

And the full moon skies

With only lonely few

Spoken words and sighs

The embrace of a birch

Evening full of emptiness

And toasts to misery

Between quick sunrises

And longing dawns

Deep bleeding scars

And warmth of flesh

The pungent mist

Between reflections

Of the present and the past

Half-smiles and half-words

Spoken and unspoken

Whispered and taken back

Desire and lust

All turns into dust

Songs of quiet velvet

Come through me

In a stream-like beauty

If you could only see.

A.K.

Time

Time is now. I try not to forget.
Life is now. One edge of a perfect diamond
Only a few learn to see from more than one side
A piece of time is a burning of one cigarette
A piece of time is how long it takes to say a word
Seconds in between, glimpses of eternity
Shining in all of its finite parts
A human life: a flop of butterfly wings
Collision of super-particles
As light still reaches our faces
Born out of a supernova
Billions of years ago.
It just died reflected in your eyes.
But we are still alive.
Reflections of the eternity
Grains of sand scattered by the wind
Silicon that will turn one day into carbon
And find a new life again
Far away from where we stand
So close to our freedom
That we have yet to accept.

A.K.

Cracks in the ceiling

 Today is just like yesterday,

I am laying down starring

At the ceiling knowing all

Artistic cracks and feeling

that

Another day is just like yesterday

And the little town is still here

I am looking through the window

Autumn will take my breath away

So many people, so little to say

Silence is not popular in the

Extroverted society of the U.S.A.

Full of big white-teeth smiles

The time goes by, not for too long

I will be delayed. Soon I'll be there

Anywhere but here, singing this song

As soon as I can afford the fare. 

A.K.

Chimborazo

I've met a girl sky high at a club
I don't even visit my local pub
I've only touched shoulders and waist
Among animals with not so much taste

Poker-face smile
Professionally trained
With self-esteem pleasure
and a mind fully made
You told me your name

I noticed you and was afraid
To become insane again
I was shy and high
With a cig after hours
Outside.

You briskly passed me by
Touching my hand
Saying two words
I didn't know why
Even more popular than "Good Bye"

To which I smiled with
"You are welcome"

Her pheromone
Crushing my brain
Night was becoming a day
Glimpses of May in September
And then October and November

A.K.