AT THE END OF THE WORLD
there is nothing at the end of the world
only the sun between sea and the sky
the nights are bright, the days all cold
the only sound is the wind blowing by
the ocean heavy like a soaked carpet
each mountain silent like a monument
the pulse of worries, inaudible, quiet
at the end of the world, like in a poem
the fever is not for gold anymore
but longing for peace to blossom in soul
the North it calls me, opens the door
to enter, to sit, at the end of the world
so I stay put for a few more days
to listen, as wind keeps singing its psalms
it feels like I’ve lived an unfinished dream
at the end of the world, I touched the stars
COLD NITE
it’s a cold nite
on planet Earth
where skinny
silhouette
trees are
shivering
in the wind
where highways
are empty
and people
sleep
in darkness
so great
it makes
you ponder
on planet Earth
where stars whisper
inaudible
gods’ secrets
still unrevealed
where people
are strangers
to one another
and themselves
it’s not much different
from any other night
any other day
except that hours
seem longer
when you spend them
staring
at your
ceiling
no one knows how
no one knows why
it climbs up behind you
like a snake
and crawls up your neck
you feel it
and you don’t
mind it
you let it
have its own way
there’s nothing
you can do
but be
crept upon
sooner or later
it will be gone
but for now
it’s here
and it won’t leave
so kick back
and breathe it in
nothing clears your lungs
or your head
better than a
cold nite
right here
on planet
Earth
SEASON'S GREETINGS
standing around in my underwear
in the kitchen Christmas Eve
twenty-three minutes until 1pm
the hand mechanically stuffs roasted
pumpkin seeds into the mouth
there is a fly in my head
and a broken fishpole
all of it drowned in salt
the yellow salt of my nerves
sometimes I’m a squirrel
sometimes I am
a nut
some people are in their cars now
and some people are in bookstores
and some in computer stores
and some are walking around
the shopping malls all of them
patiently waiting in lines
to have their money taken
away from them
I am waiting in a line of one
and sometimes I too will have it all
taken away from me
but not now no
not as long as I can feel
this warm air blowing
from a deep tubular
hole in the floor
gently over my
butt cheeks:
the gas bill is paid for
this month
