Who is mine?
Who is near?
Everyone is far apart.
Everyone tries too hard.
Didn’t you see
the horizon today?
It languishes in layers
of mistrust.
Love is gods only curse
it deceives-
A venerable disease.
Did you pass all the graters?
They are lying in the mud
grating on existence.
The wine glasses are smashed
the sherbet is warm.
The mulberry bush
is lying there
awash with the rain.
My tears are
pounding on the stained floor
waiting for you-
but you will never come.
And I know.