
PALE SPIROCHAETE *
*Bacterium of syphilis
The scientific books had well
prepared their blood thirsty images
the doubting girl who smiled secretly
beautiful the joy we received from her lips
our forehead shook softly, persistently
as we opened up that it would come in
the craziness in our heads and lock itself inside
and now our life becomes the strange, old story.
The logic and our emotions becomes luxury
burden we give to any sane person
we retain the impulse, our childish laughter
the instinct to rely onto the hands of God.
His creation is but an atrocious comedy
He, with the eternal good intention
managed to pull the curtain before our eyes
oh comedy, the awe, the dream, the smoke
and the girl I went with was beautiful
during that winter evening long ago, when
enigmatically laughing she gave me her lips
while seeing the fateful abyss closing in.