Dimitris Palasis

In My Confining Shoes

In these shoes confining me
a lot was written
the legs
were burdened
the friends
burdened like ice
fallen in the afternoon...

In my closet
I put thyme
from my hands
a red place
timbers pointed
and on them
leaves hiding
some yesterday...

Something new
something
fried fresh
today...

Imprisoning Lions
keep my thoughts
untouched
before they crystallize
in the distress of pain
the pain
of the afternoon...