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by Christopher Gretkus


Assandra…
Somewhere over Abyssinia,
in the black hour,
in the white nights,
I had a dream…
Tête-à-tête with the bayoneted sky –
a falling showpiece – me…

 

Somewhere over Abyssinia.
The scorching dust in my lungs.
Wing leading edges on touch down.
The declining torch.

 

Over Abyssinia.
Moths fluttering.
The eagles staring in silence.
I clap my forked hands to myself.
I’m falling down.
I’m screaming the icy samba.
I’m screaming the sonata pathetique.
To the silver steeples watching my temples,
the bell rings.
The town is dying in the heat.
The tropical shadows.
The shrouds of rattling rain.
The pearl of the sun
on the corner of an eye.
The irreversible flight to mayhem.
The horrible howl in my purple pupils.
Wonderful promises eluding my soul.
The dusk dawn ark.
The famous freedom.
The carnival of life bitter as the melted wax.
The freedom is gone burning out slowly,
like a whisper of love,
thousands of miles away from the promised land,
where the blue plains rest…

 

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by Christopher Gretkus


Who are you?
…a man or a fatal astray?
Before us an oasis of expected redemption –
the reality you were dreaming of.
What am I? – a woman longing for a man’s touch,
come to me…like a silence which always speaks last,
like a young Sun of Andromeda,
like a touch,
like ice cubes in a glass of whisky,
like a dice of the pot,
like a dark dome of the sky.
Everything is in here.
We sit upon a nacreous sand,
watered by the deep of turquoise.
I’m on the beach of dreamland.
I can walk on the ridges of the ocean waves.
I experience invisibility.
I can talk to animals.
The crisp air emits an aura of tranquillity.
There is a heaven peace around.

Come with me…you’ve never felt it this way.
You’ve never been happy yet.
You’ve never been loved for Who you are.
We lay on the hot snow,
wind-blown by wafts of the desert breath.
We open the gates of a new natural philosophy.
We change our forms.
We breathe without breathing.
We’re filled with oomph.
Come with me de Plata…
We’re gonna reach for unprecedented knowledge,
the gossamer of harmony,
heights of the flourish,
the soul of omnipotence.
In a place where we are heading,
no words are necessary – just coming…
Come with me…to create a world one more time,
to save the living.
Everything.
You and Me.
Creation and destruction.
Unrequited love.
Longing for non-existence.
Laughed down will.
Need of cruelty.
Everything…
Fields of Time.
Abyss of enormity.
Stench of rotting flesh.
Guiltlessness of apple of the eye.
Clearness of mountain air.
Passion of sweat drops.
Slightest dab of eyelids.
Homelessness of hurricane.
Victory over self.
Harvest of thoughts.
Matchstick of war.
Goddesses of novelty.
Civilised crimson crime.
Everything…
All of everything made who You are
…a human