you are your next steps and

the decisions you take

but you never know what you are going to face

the next moment

driving to mahilou. highway in a haze

two accidents on the road. i wish i was there,

i’m sick of driving

the number of an ex-girlfriend flashes up on a cell-phone

and then – oh, shit –

a moose!

well, you know, a  moose

a cheery colossus with tired eyes

a moose

the noun in past tense

and straw, and salt and all is fused

excellent self-contained moose

foreseen inevitability

you’ve seen them

well

at ease

easily

actually, with a smile

exactly as a deer on the road sign

its pupils already increased its mouth open

with all its might

with all its weight

on the bumper on the windshield

there was no lull

it started yelling even before the crash

loudly, clearly

howling, begging to call an ambulance

not to leave it alone to give it a chance

hugging weeping saying that it  loves me, gonna die without me

roaring our relationship can’t end so brutally

asking to think for a while not to leave

this is unbearable

it’s hard for me too

i look

for excuse, that’s all a matter of course

it’s scary to stay alone

without talking, without embraces, without your own woman

so much time wasted to fix

relationships

terribly unpleasant

so annoying

"some sign thats it's still around

got to find the love that we lost ",

"till we bury every dream in

the cold cold ground " -

a desperate medley by moose

late at night i park the car outside my house

wet with blood and tears eager to smoke

cold lonely scared

you never know what will happen to you

the next moment what you are going to face

beauty

love

a moose