this is all I want to say

it isn't me, who

makes grass green, snow white, rain wet,

for you.

your feet listen

mournful whisper

of autumn leaves.

wind tells me tales I don’t want to hear,

I drown in deafness 

that was before the memory,

wind brought the rain, 

again,

handful, against my window.

sitting on the floor,

knees to my chin,

I hum a song.  stillness stretches

between four walls.

gray mist prowls outside the locked door

c: NinaKO@10/29/12 

you know

You know

You know how to swim:

surrounded by ages, gray hair, lost lovers, failures,

 blood, poisoned by shallow breathing,

ribs tightened around your heart,

surrounded by others,

younger, more adaptable, faster.

 You know how to dive deeper than most of them,

coldblooded.

You escape the tentacles of depth;

 you rest at the bottom. 

You swallow nitrogen by portions, like medicine,

 rarely crossing the line when it becomes poison.

You know how to synchronize your heartbeats with the environment.

 You know how to surface.

…until the day

when you choose to stay at the ocean floor,

alone.              c: NKO@10/27/2012

i like when it rains

I like when it rains,

 it smells like a promise, while in the air, 

before touching the ground.

I like when it rains in the evenings,

and rainbows can’t disperse their feathers

over the blue.

I like when it stings

when you  run the fields in the spring,   

 barefooted

and step on a bee.

I like when spring is basking in the lush greenery

of the low grass.

I like falling in love,      

adrift

like an asteroid,

doomed in that what is attractive.

I like when wind counts autumn leaves,

whispering digits, longer than my fingernails.

I like when a blue bird visits my dreams after the rain,

in the spring, and stays with me till the fall.

I like when we count days together

c:NKO@10/20/12

it's difficult

it’s difficult to fall asleep tonight

the bandages got stuck in flesh

where the skin was torn.

I whisper...

bricks are deaf.

walls are getting drunk

off moonlight.

cold wind scribbles

on the branches of the tree.

the night prowls softly, like a cat,

somewhere

above the curve of globe.

an icy rain is nailing stars to the cement.

I count up the stars in heavens.

I am halfway through

c:NKO 10/12/12

at 4 am

at 4 am

I am reading an internet article

“10 health benefits of Pumpkin seeds”

nothing worthwhile, if you think about it.

I suppose it could be worse.

some of my male friends

immersed in the porn sites at this time,

activities more pitiful in my female point of view.

a few feet away from my open window

the neighbor’s dog barks:

probably is his sleep,

probably in a nightmare,

chasing away evil spirits and monsters,

from his masters.

the bastards forgot again

to let him in for the night.

the article lists a few  benefits

for your prostate? ok…! I read more.

it is a good source of fiber, if you want to be regular.

I think, from the needed quantity,

you’ll  puke regularly too.

furthermore, it is a good source of protein.

protein? they mean it, all right!

what crazy shit for crazies to read at 4 am,

I make a note 

 - stop at the grocery store tomorrow.  

10/5/12NKO

a tiresome day

a tiresome day

I waited

on the side of a dusty road.

oh, what a tiresome day!

the sun burned a hole in the sky,

above my head,

marking the middle of the day.

its long lashes dried my face.

my breath

was scorched like a desert wind, marveling

around the Bedouin’s caravan.

suddenly,

the buzzing sound from afar

started to measure the distance

in ever increasing waves.

a dark twister swept by

raising the clouds of gray dust,

wrapping loneliness in cocoons,

leaving them behind,

on the side of a dusty road

c:NKO10/4/12