Empty hashtag

  

The plum trees, the cherry trees,

all showered in alabaster blossom

in the middle of deserted cities

rustling ghostily.

 

The uncertain period

of the incubation time needed for blossoming

is being carefullly stored away into the timeless draws

followed by sharing empty hastags-

or is it our own emptiness that’s being shared?

 

At the zebra crossing

the synapsis and the steps of the drunken boy

have reached a finishing line here.

 

Shortly after the Resurrection Sunday,

Jesus takes off his costume

and compassionately puts on a purple medical mask.

The neighbour waters his grass with the waterhose.

 

We eat two dollops of icecream (mango and butterkers),

mixed together with our melted identities

as we press on the buttom

to mute the rest of the world. 

 

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Slivky a jablone kvitnú alabastrovou inovaťou

vo fantómovom šume vyľudnených miest.

Neistú dobu

inkubácie rozkvitnutia

ukladáme do poličiek časoprázdna.

Šérujeme prázdne hashtagy

/empty hashtags/

či vlastné prázdnoty?

 

Na prechode pre chodcov

končia synapsie krokov opitého chlapca.

 

Po pašiových hrách

si Ježiš sníme kostým

& opätovne nasadí fialové ochranné rúško.

Sused poleje trávu hadicou.

Dva kopčeky zmrzliny- Mango & Butterkeks -

zjeme s rozpustenou identitou.

 

Zas tu máme ďalší Babylon

vypíname svet stlačením gombíka.