there is a big difference before and after
the explosion

i am not referring to what destroys buildings
and kills a hundred people

this has nothing to do with bloody bodies
and noisy emergencies and headline reports
and with due respect to all that terrorize us
and how at the end, we will be met with the
same unsolved mysteries, where the trains
run as usual to their respective normal
destinations, where passengers still line up
for more trips, where drinks are served where
stories of horror are for the meantime set aside
and forgotten

i am referring to our private agonies where our
bodies are being pressed by so many warm arms
and flaming lips, and secret trysts,

before the explosion the ravings are there
and reason even if dying is left unattended asking
for a glass of water that we hesitate to give

all those inside want to hear that explosion
and see what happens
in those deep-seated longings
like almond eyes without sleep for
many wars of the nights

and the explosion happens

the palace where you live becomes a place of ruins
the princess turns into a grasshopper
and you look for wipers of your car windows
and then people think that you are sick
very very sick, because your are listless
and in every corner of the room

you puke.

Submitted: Friday, November 01, 2013


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