till he wants to tell me his story-13.11.10

*artwork-“angels in waiting” by libby mills via libbymills.wordpress.com



together-less togetherness
it’s me, waiting on him
till he wants to tell me his story

this building is shivering
and can be broken down
with one simple word
whispered inside out
whispered because it needs to be shouted
and blind eyes will become green
and deaf ears will heed
and mute mouth will break silence




*artwork- by jiwoon pak via artparasites.com



my being is ridiculous country.
it’s easy: i merely want to be needed, important and
so that they won’t have a new girl, again.but, in the meantime, i am bored.
and everything around me seems
and pointless.
people used to be.
and i once was
someone that i am not, anymore.
yet, i hold on to. clinging to something
that is not even memory.
primeval fright.
ever present anxiety.
so, i wait. i’m alert.
always ready for being turned away.
returned to
the manufacturer.

in a
 common cardboard box,
straight to unlovingness.

fairy-tale for a grown up-24.09.10

*artwork-“waiting for the sun” by cameron gray via fineartamerica.com



“pattern”, it is called.
her little personal drama.
all of a sudden – a whirlpool,
echoing voice of sticky old trauma.”don’t wait for me yet”
he asks.
well, it’s too late,
the mechanism’s on
her heart sings that
moth-eaten song.


for my own good-6.01.10

*artwork- view of the exhibition “Powerless Structures” at Tel Aviv Museum of Art


what was i
when was i
one of these …imprisoned on
white islands of metal solitude
on each – imperfect youth
so early broken, nearly left
in it together
so painfully alone.

perverted arc,
“it’s for your own good”,
they said
and others – silent,
was i
tied and shaved,
and waiting…