A wagon of change of anonymous destinations
a paranoid droplet in the shower
leaks irritability through the kitchen lamp
follows an explosion of rotting leaves
almost kilometers long through the gutter
and a giant splatter

a road of misfortune I say
just a summer rain you say
and make me forget…

through the etheric aniseed scent
a sweetsweat of a radiance
a moan rhyming the sprinter act
as rough as is urged
it could score either way YEAH but Oh NO
no regrets at all for the penalties
you say for once only or once more
I say its my windfall HEY!

Poetry by Alin Duraduryan