Portrait with a little pain

The constant buzzer of pain
that ugly fleeting empire
sending out its cavalry

to agitate my nerve tissue, to sabotage
every sound, every smell, every taste
and make me want to be replaced

but fail.

Poetry

The tiny sheepdog was very experienced, but the flock panicked and he died in the wool.

Poetry
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