Petrouchka Alexieva

Take Out My Brains

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Hey my neurosurgical friends,

divide my human brains

into separate parts.

I do not want to know,

I don’t want to digest

what goes in this electronic world.

 

I do not want any logical bridges

between my cells.

I do not want to hear

any political speeches and

non-sense statements

on non-sense events.

 

Throw the gray ones

into the surgical bucket.

Leave only the functional ones,

just in case I need the portable loo.

Ok, I promise

to buy the last trend.

 

I wish like a happy amoeba

not to be able to write or talk.

Humans are already loaded

in the debilitating train.

I don’t like to see

the civilization’s artificial end.

 

Hey my neurosurgical friends,

you know, open my calvaria on the top

and take out all my brains. On the end,

don’t forget to close it tight.

I’m not crazy, I just dream to be

amoeba-style lazy.

Is the Soul A Body Part?

Is the soul a body part?

Because sometimes it hurts

like someone rips my heart alive.

 

Is the soul a foe of mine?

Because she already tried to run

unzipped and left me alone, not once.

 

Is the soul a harp of love?

Because I hear a healing song inside

when I’m broken into a million parts.

 

The Real Treasure

The real treasure

Is not to have a big castle

with lavish gardens and hundreds of rooms;

not even to have chests full of crowns,

gold and sparkling jewels. 

 

The real treasure

is not in having collections of cars

or gold-gilded luxury yachts;

not even in happy lottery win.

The real treasure is within you, inside.

 

The beats of your heart start

before you take your first breath;

so, treasure its pulse.

You do not even remember

the first kiss from your mom as newborn,

 

but your heart remembers all -

the first letter to write;

the first fall from the bike;

the first hike on the top to the mountain

and the first time you get close to the sky.

 

Your heart remembers

the first dental appointment,

the first moment you fall in love,

the first disappointment

from the best friend or significant one.

 

Your heart gathers all the tears of joy

and stores them in its beating chambers.

Your heart remembers

every pleasure and pain,

every bad thing and good one, too.

 

Don’t abuse its loyalty to you

and take good care for this TREASURE.