LOVE SONG

everyone is looking for
love and a painting
love  and a poem
sun in the flesh
that covers the bones
light in the soul
purity
seven colors
seven sounds
seven elements
Logos

one man is looking for love
kissing the whiskey bottle
some wine or a beer
because he does not find it
his phone is dead
and the high-heeled shoes do not come

one woman is looking for love
sucking a cigarette after cigarette
coffee after coffee
breaks cups on the floor
because she can’t find it
she’s sitting on an electric chair
and the memories make her vibrate


everyone is looking for love but doesn’t find it
keeps on looking if alive
until the flesh covers the bones


until the brush sculpts the grief
the desperate cry for love
in the eyes on the portrait

until the words arrange the despair
in iamb, trochee  and amphibrach
suction of love in poem

everyone knows
that will not find love
that there is no chance
that we are condemned to loneliness
to habit and boredom

and all we are completely alienated
industrial and modern
the whole civilization is pithless
and breathes
among piles of artificial waste
in the yards with garbage
and pale drug addicts


the city is filling with rubbish
the homes - with orphans and lunatics
with dead baby-carriages
with children who kill,
syringes, condoms, broken pans
scraps, steel knives - garbage


and the cemetery - with people
is filled
only ...


ILEANA STOYANOVA, 2009  My book "Love Song"