Květen 2015

Waitin'

25. května 2015 v 22:47 Poems
The day is near its end.
Blinds are down.
I can't stand
on my legs.
in this lonely town.
He isn't here
to wipe my weary tear.
I'm waiting.
Nothing happens.
I'm
run out of tissues,
misused.

Vlčie maky

17. května 2015 v 22:02 Básne

Osamelé vlčie maky
na koľajach pretli vlaky
a útržky lupeňov
pochovali pod zemou.