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A traveller’s meandering mind

Published by Ondrej on February 6, 2023

A man in a beige tracksuit
next to two from Southeast Asia
I wonder what your stories are
I wonder what your stories will become.

You, the lad who’s earlobes are gauging
No, they’re not evaluating
But rather being s t r e t c h e d
Will he then smile from ear to ear?
Man, his coffee was good
I wonder, I wander,
What stories brought him here.

My own story brought me here, to Schiphol
Time travelling or travelling time?
Working hard or hardly working
these are the questions the moment seeks to answer.

Torrid untranquilities and ninety nice notes

Published by Ondrej on May 30, 2020

We’re a babbling bumbling band of baboons
doing nothing but complaining from our cosy cocoons.
It would be wonderful to whack our wretched worries
and the terrifyingly terrible atrocities of terror
us humble humans have hence held to hold
instead of crazy conflicts and crooked cops,
we really need ninety nice notes
from gallant gods gloating gloriously from the Garden;
then those torrid tortuous (un)tranquilities would suddenly stop starting.

Neptune’s thoughts of blue

Published by Ondrej on May 19, 2020

Sitting here thinking
about a feeling that’s sinking
sinking deep, out of reach
its return, you cannot beseech.

To arrive at it, if at all,
you must dive into the darkest depths
past the frozen thoughts and dead sentiments
further beyond the night passions
the colour, from bright cyans
into the deep, dark marine abyss
holding your breath, anticipating what is to come
as you reach Neptune’s cave
barred with personal lore, away you gave.

Gasping, gulping for breath—
for those precious, dear feelings
to impede their passing
stop the cranial proceedings!

Alas, the ocean of the mind is ever vast
not one, not you nor above ones
can open many things past
experiences into memory passed
who, who are you
to have the keys to my thoughts of blue?

Wim’s waiting

Published by Ondrej on April 11, 2020

What’s wrong with wanting
when we’re wackily wailing
while waiting with Wim’s whim.

Wonderfully windy winters
whenever we wish
when we want!

Wonky wands with worn words
without Wim’s whim.
Wonderland was wryly wrong
wavering, whisking,
wondering whether Wim’s whim
wherefore, was worth waiting?

Why won’t we whisht
when winds whisk
wrongly waiting Wim?