GLASS AND AIR POETRY

AS TAKEN FROM THE FILM

GLASS AIR

MY BRITISH QUEEN

wandering in the fields of

perception,

drowning in the streams of

imagination,

digging through the broken pieces of

memories,

building a shadowed castle of

love

from the bricks of

treasury,

dancing to the music of

uncertainty,

seeing hazy pictures on the walls,

trying to be an exception,

breathing together -

that’s all I can offer

to my british queen.

 How can it be

Like never before:

Velvet talismans,

Grey lips,

blue palms,

Yellow ribbons,

Torments

and tears,

Tangles

and targets,

Now and forever?

A BALLAD 

 And when you are watching me

Walk through glass

You pick me up and clean

My wounds

And when you are watching me

Sleep through a storm

You gather tiny puddles

From my eyes

And when you are watching me

Drift into nothing

You pull me back

To safety

And when you are watching me

Approach you near

You turn the other

Way

When I sleep, will you sleep with me?

When I dream, will you dream with me?

When I cry, will you cry with me?

When I love, will you love with me?

When I die, will you die with me?

APATHY 

That,

on the edge of the horizon

condemned to the line it resides in.

Perhaps as big as a day.

Or maybe even quite smaller,

That, on the edge of the horizon . . .

Is me.

 She wrote me

About all the things she’d seen:

Revolting cavities in space,

Repulsive leaks in time -

But so far away

Was I

On a business trip

When the letter came . . .

I guess,

To follow her,

I’ll have to take another trip

So far away . . .

On the other hand,

It remains impossible

To erase the line

Between reality and dreams:

So intangible,

So indistinct,

Like pillow whisper

In the pale frame of night.

And while we carry on,

Released for an indefinite

Fragment of time

From the chains of sleep,

The entrance stays open,

Silently inviting us

To finally rest

Behind the gates of the eyelids.

 A crane, descending from the sky,

Offered me to fly at least for a while,

So that afterwards the fall wouldn’t be

so painful.

"Silly!" I replied.

"Don’t you understand

That there is no difference

Between the plane of the ground

And the plane of a crane flock?"

I LOVED YOU THREE TIMES, TWICE 

It was snowing the night I arrived.

I went into the bar, ordered your favorite drink and brought it to our booth.

You were not there.

And the song on the radio sang, "I loved you three times, twice."

I followed the footsteps in the otherwise virgin snow, right to your door.

The lights were off and no one was home.

The paper was there, folded on the floor,

And the headline read, "I loved you three times, twice."

I went through an open window, where we used to watch the stars.

The mail was there, still unopened.

I walked in the room and grabbed the paper,

A note said you were gone forever.

And my obituary read, "I loved you three times, twice."

Insecure cravings

Of shifted mind.

Half-the-world in motion,

Other half still.

You open windows

To let fresh air in.

You can hardly breathe

In the dim light.

Tomorrow

I’ll send you a postcard

With a beautiful view

Of an old cathedral.

I hope,

Behind its portals

You will find yourself

At least a temporary

Home.

Each breath we take 

is one closer to our last

No one is immortal,

yet everyone thinks they are

We are born dying

You are my friend

We are dying together

 "Life -

what is it?"

I asked an orange alligator

Sleeping by the side of a brook.

"Life,"

he replied,

one eye half-open.

"Is a chase after those who leave,

Or an attempt to escape from the chase."

 I believed in transparency

Of all things,

Until I realized

That I myself

Was transparent.

Next time

I believe in something,

Please, remind me

To close my eyes.

No one’s fault but my own

I linger on words hanging from toes

Classical word delivers kingspeak

Rhetorical thoughts

find friends with the worms

Paving sand on either side of its scaly body,

Slipknot digs in the skin of the hairy man

Towers of logic cast shadows on the pigeons,

Rotation creates reflections

And the trickle turns into a river

Wavy thoughts become surreal and drive the hairy man mad!

 On the brink of attempting a discovery,

I turned around

And viewed with an estranged eye

The road that was mine.

Then I realized:

In no respect

Was it different

From the one ahead of me.

So I stood on the spot,

Perplexed by the way

Things had been arranged

To prevent me from moving,

Puzzled by the absurdity of choice,

Startled by new knowledge,

Frozen in this present moment,

Suffocating in the symmetry of

motionless living.

Sullen and bent,

I heave my last toss.

Plop,

splash,

ripple,

it sinks,

Pulling my wish to the bottom.

My pockets are empty.

Reflections in the ground

reveal nothing,

disturbed by footsteps approaching near.

How do I know?

I am a thoughtless creature

driven by instinct and fear.

Massaged thoughts out of my head

return to you.

Where was I when I was thinking

we could sell the dream.

Where can I go?

Signs flipped upon appearance.

With rose in hand,

I tackle my adversary.

Strong embrace,

towers topple,

emptiness dies.

We make our way to separate compartments.

It is strange

because I have never quite seen you in this light

before.

Your faced pressed against the skin

of the bubble,

the pressure has distorted your shapes

and you hide away under your facade.

Your intrusion has done more than you could

ever know.

If my arms were longer,

I would push you further away.

Why do you continue to stare?

Do I resemble something you miss?

It is so pitiful to hang onto something you

let go.

You cling like a newborn.

Insecurity is so un-becoming of you.