Weak Results

Cold sun heats old bricks of granite
Brain sends signals to contract
Muscles, not tactile enough. Planet's
Meaningless symbols in the abstract

To analyze and study. Closeness
To the artifact, not much more
Desire for a nightlong access
In the end to step through a door

So easy to peal the layers of skin
Unlocking the unnecessary core
Revealing nothing to store therein
Masking passion for intimate lore

Petting zoo, free tickets and tricks
Allowed to feel the power of suns
Experiment under control flicks
With unwanted weak results

A.K.

An hour before sunrise

Songs of morning birds

An hour before sunrise

Setting moon instead of

Daily dawning sun

And sounds

More subtle tones are

Amplified even inside

An hour before sunrise

A.K.

It lasts

Dust and rust,
Five degrees
In my cup, lust
My name is on the list
Exercise and sweat
Metabolism is fast
Another glass
Half a pill
Over the hill
It lasts

A.K.

Echos

Existence is the echo ringing
Ripples on the water
Flap of a bird's wing
We are echos, too
In unison everything sings
Amplified by the nothingness
Across the unknown world
Of everything that was, will be
And never became
Vibrations. And I can feel
The vibration of your soul
As a part of the orchestra
We sing together
Until we will be silent
And only echoes would still travel
Finding a new home, where everyone
Belongs, and no one goes

A.K.

My name is always August

White, grey and black
Bitter springs,
Few smiles,
Determined walk.
Running out of time.
Expectations are melting,
Strings don't pull,
Egos, profanity.
Everyone is better,
Everyone deserves.
Short lives
Spent on dreaming.
Gleaming but breaking.
Flames extinguished
One by one.
No care for me.
I know what I am.
No place for misery,
My name is always August.

A.K.