A Hitchhiker's End

his end was the least dramatic. and the most obvious. people failed to understand why.
he was a hitchhiker. a hitchhiker of thoughts. hitching from town to town, country to country. Lately, he often landed in places he never knew could exist. he was used to the easy traffic of a somnolent town. he had grown used to watching the world from windows, none of which he could call his own. each window, he had realized with time, had its own shape, its own dimensions. the windows could change shapes and sizes with the sight of beauty and grotesqueness.
on the last day, which no one realized was his death, he was run over by a car with no windows.

in one of his post-death dreams he saw his grinning self driving a car with no windows.

Damnation

she walked in my enchanted nightmares
i in her's
we reached places unknown,
untrodden
saw fears hiding in its shell
protected from light
and then,
we reached the crossroad
where our nightmares met
and we woke to our damnation.

The Burden

As the truth dawns to the dusk
A shadow behind my shadow creeps
Speaking voices incoherent,
Incomprehensible
A soul seeks redemption,
Insatiable

New Millenium

A moment of righteousness in a century of apathy, door-handle to what walks into a hideous dungeon, the first footsteps of an early adoloscence, breaking in through prophecies that bring ghosts on the temples, temples cracking with the furrow of time; i greet the new millenium.
A little too late, as bukowski would say.