The Making of a Misanthrope

They don’t believe me, and they split

One they goes on and on repeating it

The other they says, spitefully, cope!

I despise them, and become a misanthrope

 

Poetry
Enough

rice and beans
sprouts and greens
water and love
life itself – is enough

Poetry

Mightless words ! Vehicles of nothing
flapping their wings (in pain), clacking their beaks,
barking to a dying possum,

Poetry
Far away

The cattle is furrier
The mountains are sharper
The birds cry louder
The houses are homelier
And the women

Poetry
Tapas

I told her over tapas
That I have two papas

between olives and anschovis
Oh, well, c’est la vie

Poetry

I’m trippin’

on the side of the road

the road of the free

Poetry
Love

Love is a prison of the heart
Says the infatuated:
You are my prison guard

Poetry

we observe the armistice
between our shadows
today,
we live in a world
of small things

Poetry

Yes! I want the whole world to know
I delight more in the kiss you throw
than in {Kim Kardashian’s} fellatio

Poetry