Summer

When It would grow up It would become a mighty mosquito hunter, counting the flies and throwing them out of its kingdom as It would see fit.

Through the inner arteries the crowds would be transferred in waves, hoping to touch the feet of their majestic Instant-Queen with their own.

Water and substances of every kind, some people, and even furniture would then be accepted into the Royals until, in time, the kingdom would fall again forgotten.

And at that time some would leave for other lands with stencil-like passports on their foreheads.

The Bringer of Spring

Following the flares of doubt
in the eyes of my inner trickster,
the scale moves everything
- previously color-faded -
to a new celebrating harmony.

Duet

I

What was heard then was only an imaginative word – “cinnarmonious” – funny and sweet and incompatible with other peoples’ minds. The last one bore the greatest importance; for no one was an acceptable recipient for anything these days. That was kind of an enjoyable thing to believe in, but sometimes the cracks could seem a bit obvious, at least to or on a proper shelf.

II

Next to the door was the Invisible Key. It looked at the people breaking in, everyone ignorant of each other’s existence. In the hands of those coming out there were knives and pig-heads and wooden dolls and magnificent gifts that would impress the most demanding princes of the court. The key felt strange as its existence sank, disappearing from the books of history.