The day’s blunt gape

The blunt day is staring at me. 

Boredom

dripping down my fingertips.

The ‘I’ rushing through my vocal chords

bangs against walls

and crumbles down

on my conquering soul.

You are so pleased

having made me your master—

estranged.

I wish I were your slave—

my way to happiness.

March 25, 2013

Los Angeles
Translated by Samvel Mkrtchyan