Enter the World by Command
My computer is full of
images I created in
my mind
It has roads and places
no one has ever
visited …
Sun is shinning brighter
from my
Sun.shines.gif. Page
and Moon is the most
silverish one...you have
ever seen before.
All flowers are perfect
without any flows..
It does not even matter..
you can’t smell them at all.
My heroes come alive..
with the click on a button
and my heroines smile
if I press correct command.
My world is divinely fake…
locked inside this plastic box,
but
Oh, how exciting all my
stories become….
with just a simple
" Open File" command.
NY / July 24, 1998
This is not a poem at all
This is a poem in progress.
It has just started to develop
in my mind,
three minutes ago.
Empty minded but
determined to write,
I am collecting my
thoughts
as if they were
restless children,
playing in the backyard
of my inspirations.
Another day is passing away
new decisions are born…
Yes, I will finally write and
When you read these words
of course you’ll laugh…
because
this is just a poem..
pretending to be the one.
I am perfectly happy
wasting time and
scrabbling down my
non-collected images
on this white, blank page
for the sole purpose of
awakening one lost
Poetic Soul.
NY / July 24, 1998.
I am the poet of simple words
I am the poet of simple words
They mostly come and go..
and often they run away.
I can’t catch them all..
only here and there..
I stop them while they walk
and force them
on this paper..
to stay…display
themselves
as if they were
alive.
I’ve listened to many
suggestions to
edit and revise ...
to think and cut..
but I still willingly
let those words
live their own
simple lives.
NY / July 24, 1998
Vagabond Thoughts
Suffering behind this desk,
Struggling to make up
some rhyme
fighting my inner voice
screaming at me..
"No, don’t try to rhyme
You’ll lose yourself..
It won’t be you!"
Listening and finally content.
Thank you dear Voice..
you have just saved me
from drowning into
muddy waters,
From falling into
endless Abyss
Of You must and You have to
useless commands.
Comfortably sitting
on the floor
Me and all my
vagabond thoughts.
NY / July 24, 1998.
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