Don’t used to offend to springs with no flowers, while you were here 
To the rainy skies…these melancholic evenings 
While you were here 
Don’t used to look and sigh to train stations 
To bus stops… 
While you were here I don’t used to cry to ones get seperated 
Don’t used to get down after finished loves 
Don’t used to offend to the going ones 
Don’t used to feel pitty for the staying ones 
Don’t used to feel cold like that and shiver, while you were here 
Was innocent, like children 
Don’t used to get mad like that – dont used to swear 
At last I dont used to think of dying 
Now I am asking you 
If it is hell the name of this love 
You burnt me and didn’t I burn? 

In your absence, what fires I burnt with your yearning, though 
I couldn’t burn you, as you burnt me 
Like water in desert, days in prison, bread in fasting, I waited for you 
But you only put fears between us 
You put bans 
Don’t ever ask me where I am now… 
You called me and didn’t I come? 

You know 
To all your pains, I turned on ‘green light’, we couldn’t make it 
For all your fears, I was ‘back’, we couldn’t make it 
To the mountains, I put stairs, we couldn’t make it 
I was a snow in June, snowed in your palms, we couldn’t make it 
I loved, we couldn’t – I burnt, we couldn’t – I adored, we couldn’t 
Well then, I give up 
Cut the ticket of this love however you want 
Somehow you are going 
I know, go… 
Though after you 
A couple of crying eyes 
A heard ripped to shreds 
A ruined mountain, if you don’t want to see 
Hold your weapon – push to my back 
I am a coward if I shiver… 
You shot me and I didn’t die? 

waiting for death
like a cat
that will jump on the
bed

I am so very sorry for
my wife

she will see this
stiff
white
body
shake it once, then
maybe
again

“Hank!”
Hank won’t
answer.

it’s not my death that
worries me, it’s my wife
left with this
pile of
nothing.

I want to
let her know
though
that all the nights
sleeping
beside her

even the useless
arguments
were things
ever splendid

and the hard
words
I ever feared to
say
can now be
said:

I love
you.

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

 

a space

 

and even during the

best moments

and

the greatest

times

 

we will know it

 

we will know it

more than

ever

 

there is a place in the heart that

will never be filled

 

and

 

we will wait

and

wait

 

in that

space.

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Whenever I hear some footsteps
I run to the door
To see if that’s you coming
Whenever I see some brown hair
I feel heart-broken
I feel like crying
Everything reminds me of you
Whenever I look at the sky
I see thousands of your eyes
Whenever wind touches my face
I can’t stop thinking of your hands
The smoke of all the cigarettes I burn resembles you
Whatever I eat
Whatever I drink
The taste reminds me of you
And this unbearable distress inside me
This matchless grief
Is because I am waiting for you

I can’t look at your picture any more
I am afraid to sleep
I am ashamed of all the furniture in my room
This sofa is still waiting for you to come and sit
This mirror is waiting for you to stand and watch your beauty
This glass is on the table just to be able to touch your lips

And the moment you come back
This clock can stop because of happiness
Time can go crazy
Because in my world
Immortality means to love you

A baby waits for birth
A deadly patient waits for death
Plants wait for rain and sun
A lonely woman waits to be loved
And think of this, a man,
With the hope and fear of all the ones waiting,
Waits for you
Like a man sentenced to death waiting for execution

Until you come back
My windows will be closed
Not to let the wind in
I won’t open the curtains any more
Not to let the daylight in
Then I will be heartsick
In this darkness, in this deep loneliness
And I will scream for days and nights
Where are you, where are you!

One day, you will come through this door
I know
This wait will come to an end sooner or later
Even if you come years later
Even if you come on the day I die
I will forget all this waiting, I will forget that I am dead
I will be happy like a child
I will get up, embrace you
And I will cry

don’t feel sorry for me.
I am a competent,
satisfied human being.

be sorry for the others
who
fidget
complain

who
constantly
rearrange their
lives
like
furniture.

juggling mates
and
attitudes

their
confusion is
constant

and it will
touch
whoever they
deal with.

beware of them:
one of their
key words is
“love.”

and beware those who
only take
instructions from their
God

for they have
failed completely to live their own
lives.

don’t feel sorry for me
because I am alone

for even
at the most terrible
moments
humor
is my
companion.

I am a dog walking
backwards

I am a broken
banjo

I am a telephone wire
strung up in
Toledo, Ohio

I am a man
eating a meal
this night
in the month of
September.

put your sympathy
aside.
they say
water held up
Christ:
to come
through
you better be
nearly as
lucky.

all people start to
 come apart finally
 and there it is:
 just empty ashtrays in a room
 or wisps of hair on a comb
 in the dissolving moonlight.

it is all ash and dry leaves
 and grief gone
 like an ocean liner.

when the shoes fill with blood
 you know
 that the shoes are dead.

true revolution
 comes from true revulsion;
 when things get bad enough
 the kitten will kill the lion.

the statues in the church of my childhood
 and the candles that burn at their feet
 if I could only take these
 and open their eyes
 and feel their legs
 and hear their clay mouths
 say the true
 clay
 words.

the best often die by their own hand
just to get away,
and those left behind
can never quite understand
why anybody
would ever want to
get away
from
them

We are like roses that have never bothered to 

bloom when we should have bloomed and 

it is as if

the sun has become disgusted with waiting

There is always somebody or something
waiting for you,
something stronger, more intelligent,
more evil, more kind, more durable,
something bigger, something better,
something worse, something with
eyes like the tiger, jaws like the shark,
something crazier than crazy,
saner than sane,
there is always something or somebody
waiting for you
as you put on your shoes
or as you sleep
or as you empty a garbage can
or pet your cat
or brush your teeth
or celebrate a holiday
there is always somebody or something
waiting for you.

keep this fully in mind
so that when it happens
you will be as ready as possible.

meanwhile, a good day to
you
if you are still there.
I think that I am—
I just burnt my fingers on
this
cigarette.

Looking back
down the long path
I don’t believe I would have done
anything different.