Afternoon cigarette #2

(Translated from Greek) A poem about sentimental depression.

Until this cigarette ends

puffs of smoke mixing with alcohol, creating drunk and dizzy vortices

they falter to nowhere and dissolve in lifeless dark corners

and the veil settles like a sediment after endless years in the sea, and soaks the roaring nests of residual joy

wasps emerge from the nest, screaming

nothing can restrain their peril

they will sting with their dying agony

poison corrodes the wall and until it’s withered

and now the wall bents, bents and dissolves like ash from a morning breeze and soon it is nothing more than a memory of what it was

now there is nothing to protect from the rain

cold water whips the dust and the dust rises and blends with the smoke

 Smoke, water and dust.

Mud.

Mud all around, impossible to move.

Sucks the furniture, only broken pieces are allowed to emerge

Demonstrating her deadly greed

The floor cannot withstand her weight

everything is now sinking rapidly to the unknown

everything is now falling

everything floats as if they were in space

and now they unexpectedly dance as they fall

and eddies of smoke make formations of jazz chords

and the attention of the world rivets on their dance

and reminds that there is no fall without an end

 

this dance is about to end

this rapid decline is about to end

this cigarette ends

Author's Note

i tried my best to translate..