Day 2287, resentment.

Day's pictures, Poetry

My façade might look dirty to you

my thoughts inside to dark


but you holy man

with your mowed lawns and trimmed thoughts

a fifth column of tyrants disguised  


you might find the likes of mine

everywhere and detest

pouring your world of petty resentment

into our rejection


you might seem to win

for now

and await the return of the heimat

and 1933

but the young of mind will more than ever

forget your past


and deny all of us your hateful gods


progress is not just a word

an act

or a wish

it’s something that happens

rolling downhill to a better place

Day 2198, feeling up.

Day's pictures, Poetry

Yesterday I found a switch

that could be turned up or down or all around

when I turned my head in welcome dispair over forgotten choices

I saw in the corner

this dirty old panel with lights and red buttons

symbols I recognize from the day’s before life

seems to have started

staring at it I remember slowly my little fingers hovering over these buttons

feeling for a choice

Day 2120, another view from my window.

Day's pictures, Poetry

The dark air stayed behind

when I closed the door

of the kitchen that already smelled

like the meal I will make


I opened the door

to the living room where the sun

still lit

a warmth that slowly left

cold glass

the earth turns


I stared at it

the colors that are left

without feeling

the motion


the smell from the kitchen

lured me away

I can soon sit down

and rest