Post-Treatment
Gabor Gyukics
if you’re a bit off
or in love perhaps
if you are angry of the wind
the rain
the lights
if an unknown burden weights you down
dewy mornings give you no pleasure
the news make you mad
then you think
that’s that
it’s over
you think
when the lights are shot off
then you can only visualize
your own expressionless face
because your tongue is smooth
every feather-footed noise makes you jump
that is when
your rapacious eyes reveal what you really are
yet the snow was sucked up by the same sun
that’s growing fertile seeds
from the fissures of sandy soil
yet the snow was sucked up by the same sun
that’s growing fertile seeds
from the fissures of sandy soi
yet the snow was sucked up by the same sun
that’s growing fertile seeds
from the fissures of sandy soi