Virtual Park

This holiday starts to make me tired,
vacuum in the empty streets,
everybody is at some dull picnic,
how many bears Russian way should I drink
to feel something
not knowing what?!
The passersby heads floating in the air,
their thoughts making prints
in the sky above the houses
As if we all grew old instantly
I search for the conversation sense,
where we stopped on the way,
sorry neglecting you, I wandered somewhere.
Too hot is in the restaurant
in the town’s outskirts;
-The beer??? – the waiter asks.
-No. The air, the air is too hot!!!
– The beer is good.
I browse with my look…
the same place as a few years ago,
maybe by night… yes… it is certainly different.
I waited for the 5 and the 9
on the roulette-merry-go-round,
maybe I should have gone to the end,
but one never knows, depends on the bet,
neither gambling excites me as before,
gambling is devil’s calculus,
next year maybe I will pause,
but good is the silence, the silence is good
at last I think there is no reason
this not to be a happy day.