IN BETWEEN

between birth and death
between death and birth

...distance?..
...gift?..
...energy?..
..............?..

...which can"t be measured.
...which can be taken away.
...which is both can and can not.

between you and me
between him and you
there is only darkness darkness darkness

and only fear in all eyes
 

  NON-EXISTENCE
Birth and Death
two giants
who have stolen our free will

and that small miserable
carla between them
(penis between two legs)

he calls himself LIFE
I am calling him Aging Process
don"t think don"t act -
and you"ll be younger then him

stupidity and compromise
are your security tools
more stupid you are
more Aging Process loves you

between the past and the future
between Birth and Death
we are squeezed 
we do not exist

who can define
this miserable "present"
this illusion before the future
but after the past

non-existence demands
less actions from you
less freedom less existence
and you are safe
respected
loved
honored

and will die
a honorable fool
 

  PROCESS
I am calling LIFE
a process
designed
as the British law
to respond to any action
by contra-action

any of your action
causes a process
which is a small "life"
on dusty shelves
or in soulless computers
where spirits of bureaucracy
in their cages
are the engine

they processing you
your every step
your every cell
your every skin mark
your most confidential secrets
your most private sentiments

clerks without souls
as colorless as the worms
they are eating you as worms
peace by peace
silently and heartless

have no love
no emotions
no talent
no brain

say nothing
want nothing
write nothing

the government
will not kill you then

you have process without action
life without life
there is nothing to kill
  

   AMNESIA
who remember
himself
as a fetus
as a cell
in another body

who remember
what was before
that another body
before
the first stream
of light
in his eyes
or first
breath of air
in his lungs

vigorous kings
on their thrones
or the arrogant riches
in their illusive wealth

who knows
who we are
who we were
who we going to be

this black sky with the stars
above us
with questions only
no answers

this black essence around us
which is called "society"
and kills the most talented
thinking animals

this black whole inside us
where the world is falling
little by little

this is the big AMNESIA
virtual cell
in the virtual prison
which is called "life" 

        1995 Montreal
 
 

TWO VERSES  TWO VERSES
a
  Whisper 
the dark moon
of my
ethnologically
corrected desires
is not a satellite
of my existence

it forms an orbit
around
a milky
mysterious
object
a universal X

an object 
of external nature

it rules
from its pedestal
in the Universe A
forcing to respond
the skeleton 
of my soul

and probably yours
too...
 

           b
Roofs of Mind
ivory thoughts
irony bells
projection of my thoughts
on the screen
one city
another one
there is my life
my whole life
countries and cities
the blue sky
some clouds
hands and eyes
people
my beloved ones
and music
my friends' voices 
from the TV screen