Avenue
I walk alone in the dark avenue
holding a black cat in my arms
(Perhaps my soul or my fear
perhaps my boredom or my craziness
perhaps this poem
that jumped off the shrubs to my chest
like a wildcat).
Alone and gigantic on the dark avenue
like a hollow bell over the sea of my mind
metaphysical flower of my internal garden
that is leafed in the darkness aimlessly.
I hear the screeching of wheels behind me
afraid to look
perhaps God is on his bicycle having his evening stroll
perhaps the tank of time that flattens me
I feel the words melting in the intense fire
my past days melt inside of me
and I
who loved the deepest beauty of life
saunter alone in the dark road of my hours
smoking the subterranean sorrow of this world
that kills itself because of boredom or craziness
with a big jump in the gorge of this earth —
burning its name in a reverie
incising the veins of its hope
that water with their most precious blood
the leaves of the tree
Desperation.
Manolis Aligizakis 