Why is the doctor crying?
Is he in love with you?
The pick pocket wanders the aisles
of the empty bazaar at night
dreaming of the day and fat pockets.
He sees himself out-running them all
Suddenly he’s safe in his limousine –
the pockets of his fine suit are full
and everybody wants to give him money
for no reason; girls only want his love.
Envy, everybody is dying of it.
He rides to his mansion and is safe
in its cocoon-like emptiness.
He lies down in the empty aisle,
beside the cold metal container
and smiles in his fast paced dreams.
The doctor is hanging a mirror in front of his eye;
the cheek behind it glistens and sparkles.
One dreamer dreams the other is also asleep.
The other dreamer dreams only he is awake.
Elena, your sparkling black eyes
are the only night in which there is light.
The fat man is starving
inside the lard bucket of his body.
Zhamilla’s smile infects the poor boy with incurable happiness;
after she leaves, he dies of unrealized emptiness.
The night is collected in a cup;
the day drinks it up.
Each night there is more darkness;
in winter the day will die of indigestion.
We completely cannot see through
the dark overtaking me, you.
Fish have it easy -
They cannot drown
no matter how we cry.