New Body

There’s always something new

In a new body.

There’s always something new.

To discover.

Finished on 12-04-2007

Final stop

That childish me

Who dreamt of tears,

Of songs,

Of fears,

where has it gone?

Has it just jumped

Into the stream?

Has it let go

Of it’s own dream?

That little me

Who cried alone

Who lost

And won

Where has it gone?

Finished on 09-19-2009

Pagan

Here I wait

In my altar

Look at your sacrifices

Your faces.

Beat the drum

Blow the pipes

Into a rythmic change

Of ages.

I’ll take a man.

Yes I’ll take it

If you bring it.

But what I want

I need I desire

Is a young girl.

Ripe, tasty,

Filled with red blood

And smelling of passion.

Bring her in

Turn her to me

Give her to the God.

Trust I’ll take her,

Ifigenia,

Before I depart.

Finished on 02-05-2004

Why does the Fox chase the Rabbit?

Master of Lies,

King of Untruth,

the Fox told

the Rabbit

the following ruse:

“If you want to run,

if you want to hide,

you’d better run fast,

you’d better hide high.

For I’ll follow close,

and then I’ll catch you;

there’s nothing to stop me

since that’s what I do”.

So the Rabbit started,

started running fast.

As fast as the wind,

as fast as the night.

He didn’t get far.

The Fox soon

caught up

and, with teeth smiling,

“You see? I was right”

he said before biting.

Finished on 12-19-2005

Ode to the measure system

Metrics know nothing

of themselves.

Measure this

or that.

A mile in love.

A gallon in jail.

A pound aborted

last night

somewhere.

People measure,

measure everything.

Miles inches feet;

trust you me

whenever we are one bit short

something else will pop up.

Finished on 02-22-2004