Sunday, August 19, 2012

Snapshot

“The planet is fine. The people are fucked.”
                                            ---George Carlin


Leather sandals, plastic heels, flip-flops,
sneakers, boots and beads and tassels 
tagging along the used-to-be Third World sidewalk.
Vehicle mountains racing a beggar's footsteps
who wears the same coat every day
until it rots off his shoulders
and longer.
On the other side
here comes New-Age bullshit where
Authentic-my-Ass robes cover up
forgotten hygiene,
preaching love and peace.

Acceptance leaves me alone
with a cup of decaf
noticing there are no rainbows in
the grey sky, yet butterflies
don't seem to mind
mating on random petals
of short-lived joy.

Cheers to a long life ahead!
Cheers to our flaws and call it
self-acceptance.

Cheers to growth — because surely
Cannabis wanted to become
an excuse for happiness
for the Holy-Grailing End-of-The-Rainbow seekers.

Cars and people keep passing,
food's being served.
We eat, we talk
we fuck life's muse in a labyrinth
with no second-floor access.



Friday, July 13, 2012

TIMELESSNESTING


From Day One through the Years 
and the Day After
We ran into Today by chance.
We said "Hello".



It's today. 
Now.
Shepherd's Pie and a glass of wine.
Bourbon would be too strong on the subconscious.


Time keeps jogging along bits and tears-
running down, out and away
to tame the wild
to strengthen the weak and
then a breeze comes and blows
for the love of Life.


She woke up to an orgasm form a short nap.


Inhale.
Mornings and nights melt into days 
and more days..
through darkness into light.


The stars are beautiful tonight. Not One Cloud.
The air is as fresh as a cucumber with light yogurt, 
garlic and salt...



The jogger  stops
to breath in love in its non existence.
Sweet incident of miracles and moonlight.



TURKISH DELIGHT!



She's a river of thoughts.
He stays on the shore.


Time runs out.

Exhale.

















Sunday, May 13, 2012

Phoenix Street

‘Hey. What you're doing? Hey!’

   - I am in construction.
Renovation.
I renovate.
I am fixing the cracks.

   - This sidewalk was perfect
before you came here
with your pretty ideas!
I used to be able to walk home
following the
familiar cracks you
call ‘imperfections’.
Imperfections guide me ...
the safe knowing of
where I am at.

   - Look at the trees, Lady,
look around you,
follow the fences,
the gardens instead!

   - It's all subject to change!
The next thing I know
the trees will be cut.
I like them ...when
dressed in white winter.
I will remember them.
I will remember the sidewalk,
and will be missing
the cracks.
With my eyes closed

    - in here -

everything remains
wonderful
yet nothing exists.
I feel
invisible.
My words are
breath.
My steps
are light.
I feel full
of Nothingness.

   - I am in construction.
I build visible things.
I build the sidewalk.
I make it smooth
with my tools.
For Everybody to
move safely.

    - I am reconstructing.
From Nothing.
Fences and gardens
behind fences
don't interest me
to follow.
I don't care for new roads.
Why doesn't anyone
build one road that
leads ...