in the rain soaked
green grass
two cows play
with each other
one brown
one black
yesterday
a big grasshopper
came and sat
next to me
on the terrace
staring closely
like it wanted
to say something
and at night
when I went
to bed
the moon entered
my room
like a mother
and kissed me
to sleep.
you need to live
life is not a bed
of roses
someone
told me once
and now I know
it is a bed of thorns
and you are nothing
more than an animal
or a ghost
you simply do not matter
and then nothing makes sense
you find
when the puzzle slowly solves
itself in your mind
and you look at death
in the face
and laugh in transcending
ecstasy
filling up this universe.
like a bomb
and I can explode
or I might
fail to go off
I am someone
that exists
and I am
also dead
I sleep
in my bed
though my ghost
walks the streets
at night
life is like that
you never know
the complete truth
you look for words
that soothe
we are such
pitiful creatures
and our situation
is really bad
and that’s why
we’re so sad.
Dominic Alapat 