Ten years ago,
She was my spot
Of gigantic light
At the end
Of the tunnel,
My wings
And good will
And wonderful years
And words
Made weapons to keep her safe…
Ten years after
I’ve been wandering
To follow her wind
Tracking endless paths of darkness,
As I killed bad people for good.
Without her,
Ten years after,
I’m but a smart-ass
With good intentions
And bad attitude,
The evil made flesh,
The greatest mother-fucker
In the whole damn valley
The one
People is always afraid to talk to
Ten years after
Three simple words
Ten years after
Just like love
Ten years after
Tremulously tracing tears
Try to collect memoir out of that
I’ve been doing it every single day of my life
Mike says
We’re going to get in trouble
Mike says
Nine years ago
World was about to end
Someone
Invaded someone
And got killed
So far
I cannot get how
One can invade
One’s self
And survive
Tanks and warplanes
The western lauds
Of consciousness
And Arty speaking out loud
Making holes and points to haul Earth…
My marbles
And colors
They’re lost now
Some I gave away
Some fell from the pick-up truck
As I moved from South
To North and back
Countless times and efforts
Trying
Not to invade my self…
Nine years after
Cowards’ hearts beating
Nine years after
Just like leaving
Nine years after
Vacuously viewed victory
Try to collect memoir out of that
I’ve been doing it every single day of my life
Mike says
We’re rather going up-stairs
Mike says
Eight years
College
Faculty
Mysterious ways
To get lost
A short-cut to nowhere
The mirror where ugliness
Is shown the better
Huge petty self-prides
And petty egos grown to each ones’ skies
Eight years after
I’ve run and flied
And fallen and broke
Wandering through tiny paths of darkness and wisdom,
As my eyes have taken me from La Mancha to Moscow and from Macondo to Havana and from Athens to Auschwitz and from Mordor to London, to and fro endlessly.
Without me,
Eight years after,
Dreams are dust
A lucky strike
And no more ammo,
The core of greatness,
The pain of the poor
And Saddam Insane
Alone
About to hang and hang just hanging on.
Eight years after
They passed fast
Eight years after
Just like that
Eight years after
Mourning mindless mouths
Try to collect memoir out of that
I’ve been doing it every single day of my life
Mike says
Everything I’ve done, I’ve done for you, I move the stars for no-one
Mike says
Seven years ago,
Some more weight
And very few sun
no pomegranates
No challah at all,
No celtas cortos
No rum
Bottle hidden
Down my throat
My hands
And will
Powerful wheels
And words
Made weapons to keep them safe, woman and son…
They are forever gone.
Without them,
Seven years after,
Nothing is so glorious
With no heavenly portraits
Of a family,
No car on the front yard,
No snatching kisses in the kitchen
Neither making love nor babies
Staunch
And so stunned and stunted
Seven years after
Save but surrounded
Seven years after
Supper in silence
Seven years after
Solo seriously sounding
Try to collect memoir out of that
I’ve been doing it every single day of my life
Mike says
Grandpa says it didn’t hurt
Mike says
Come and let’s fool around.
