Unreadable
Behind the closed doors
Dwell the naked souls
Hide from the outside world
Once the closed doors open
Not dare to show anymore.
Beneath the same sky
But each one has their own roofs, doors
Meticulously locked: ”No Enter Allowed”
Locked miseries, weakness, hearts’ black holes
Ghostly shadows and shadowy ghosts.
Welcome ladies and gentlemen
Welcome to the day by day show
Are you ready!!!
Three, two, one
(Action. Go)
The main protagonist is behind his locked door
Ready for his Daily Great Show
Steps out the doors with sunglasses to hide
The reflective truth’s mirrors blind
Draws a smile on his theatrical mask
Ready for his everyday show.
The next-door neighbour with sunglasses shouts:
”Good morning. How are you?”
Out of the blue his improvisation comes.
Each spot is available to put his stage and act:
‘‘Wow! Good morning. I’m very good in spring mood
My sky blue with rainbow glows
So clear no clouds
But shining sunshines shine…
Wherever I go, the echoes of my laughter sound
Happiness is my friend of mine.”
But once again he steps on his door threshold
His shadows and ghosts drag him in
Take off his glasses, his smiling mask…
He prudently locks the door
And disappears in the gloomy fog.
So-called Poetry of Biba
So-called Poetry of Biba 