DIMITRIS P. KRANIOTIS

DIMITRIS

P. KRANIOTIS

FICTITIOUS LINE

Smokes

of cigarettes

and mugs

full of coffee,

next

to the fictitious line

where the eddy

of words

leans against

and nods,

wounded,

to my silence.

THE "DON'TS" AND "ZEROS"

The night

that strangled

the endless moments

I had wished

to live,

passed by

without my lighting up

the candle

I had longed

to warm up

all the "don'ts" and "zeros".

WHAT I ASK

A ball of threads

my prayers

whisper

frightened.

Foolish "I"s

are choked

without you ever

knowing

what I ask.

DIMITRIS

P. KRANIOTIS