képek, betűk

to run in the silence of the night
still before dawn, when no one is out
only taxis gliding past me
carrying their drunken cargo home
sometimes I catch the stench of perfume, cigarette smoke
trailing behind them
I smile at the foxes.
listening owls,
The city is beautifully empty,
I follow the faded centre line of the road
If it rains, I laugh, arms wide open
the silence before dawn, those two hours
a refuge of calm, of quiet
no lies, no will, no money, no speech
even the birds are silent, no chatter
nothing but the mute streets, the sadness,
I escape here
from the day, the light,
the world people have smeared,
ruined, monetised, sold
and utterly mangled;
the silent consolation of solitude,
will-less embrace of speechlessness;
I don’t love the world
this awful Pandemorra
we built
so primitive, endlessly foolish
and compared to its possibilities
unspeakably
wretched.