by Yannis Livadas
KOUROS HOTEL
The pigeons laugh at the steep window
There is a church underneath like a stone nipple
The stairways crackle while destiny ascends
Spirally
In here I wait
To get lucky
To grab the laughter of some pigeon
To become smoke
With the raindrops the window becomes
Pictorial
The soul moveless on the divan
What makes a poem
Truth.
THE SHADOW WITHIN SHADOW
The shadow within shadow tells the truth
I have plenty of time
I do [have of time plenty]
Noon pretends light with its hump
High-voltage thoughts cross their legs
Humanity has a crown for bridle
Sleep shakes
We take roads like pulling rubbers
Roads are not elastic
The Muse has flesh bones breath
Sorrow eyes with laughter
Empty of concreteness
We wander illegally
Fears become cough lozenges
Spring inside us is something that sweats
And unite us affectedly
We are free of meaning
Our nails are white
Like elephants
Who never met
Snow.
MYSTIC CONVERSATION
My life clogs like a drain
My days cry out loud as broken loudspeakers
Time crosses the keyhole
I have an appointment on some poisonous corner
The cat is sleeping on the words
And I can’t wake the poem.
