The day’s blunt gape

The day’s blunt gape

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