a pretty pass

galloping through the pass
my heart stampeding
dust cloud half-killing me
stop
peace for a few moments
then the harrying resumes
looking at the ground
sullen, stubborn, misunderstood

i had glimpsed the shutters
thrown wide open
of the woman´s room
leapt for joy and then remembered
how it is these days
a time our sexual relationship was all-consuming
with the obsessive intensity of the couple relationship
now it´s sporadic
for me the obsession careering wildly
like a flake of sodium burning up on water

told you so !

a sneering moralist told me
yes, strike a dramatic attitude
and shout out
all or nothing !
the time will come
when all is gone
you´ll stare at dust
and suffer from serious pulmonary and respiratory complaints

mamma, the sea

i expect to die by the sea
whatever
a bomb attack on a harbour bar
this century´s lisbon earthquake and associated tsunami
a plane falling out of sky into sea
too much sun, heart seizing up
as i emerge from the waves
or just rowing
the tide turns
and i´m rowing
just rowing on

MONO

kicking dustbins over
smashing glass windows
bawling and screaming
you want to pwn her
but you´re not strong enough
and she´s not fool enough
moses shorn of his beard

lionheart

adolescents, we sat in music booths
listened and laughed
you were he
whom all the girls fancied
lost in medieval dust
i tagged along
as far as i could
you didn´t let it hurt you
when i cold-shouldered you
you well knew you held all the aces
those days we kept nail files, bus pass and a few coins in our school pockets
now forty years on i read your story
how your god-named son has saved you
for the time being

i greet you my friend
no-one has more
than the time being
but you know it better than most

tearful times

i feel like a whale fish
grounded on the sands

perhaps they will come
with their animal-friendly technology
solicitously winch me back into swimmable waters

or my mother, the sea, will hear my cries
she will come to my bedroom
bringing high tides
and i can dive again
deep down into the deep waters
there i´ll remain a long time
in the depths
before coming back up
to blow

friday

o my heart, that i have from my mamma !
last night i went to my room, buried my face in my hands
and just cried...