Things have been strange.
Jobs have transformed.
People have changed
to look more like worms
and less like athletes,
to do their daily work
with whitish soft-skin fingers
not knowing how to handle a simple tool
Like a screwdriver, for instance.
Things have evolved
and the planet looks like trash
we crawl on our bellies
licking the mud
where chocolate chips have mingled
with tears, cockroaches’ blood and peaceful piss.
(c) MK, 2016
On 12-13 August 1989, there was a Peace Music Festival in Moscow. Of course, I didn’t know the title then. I just knew plenty of rock bands went there to perform. A thrilling summer. Not for political reasons. There are several summers in everyone’s life that are more thrilling than usual.
Another draft: November PAD, Day 13 – A Memory poem
In 1989, Scorpions went to Moscow
And played the Wind of Change on Lenin Stadium
Broadcasting live on the Russian National
Reaching our TV sets
At least, the good ones.
At rather unacceptable hours –
The snowflake-covered screen showed no real picture
Played no real sound
Apart from the white noise.
The time for change had come
Only I didn’t know it yet.
© 2015, MK