Tag Archives: mirror

California Notebooks, Dec. 2013

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I had the feeling

I had been lost at sea

just for a few weeks

 .

if weeks count as

years having no sweet

food or drink just

 .

overcoming the waves

withstand the wind patience

unfolded under the sun

 .

one morning  – passing by

a mirror – not able to

recognize myself

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Up In Smoke, April 2013

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between salted

scarce trickles of tears

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darkened by heavy clouds

of comparison with others

 .

the weight of lead

the toxicity of the same

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I lose my way on the starred

map in the silvery night

 .

my trip on earth slowed down

heavy luggage of spoiled health

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may be a curse may be hummus

at times all I can do is smell it

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or be bent under others’ gazes

my hands rest secure and my eyes

 .

see ahead they are hope filled

certain of what has to come

 .

I shall keep not my identification

with conditional or temporal

 .

will have to break that mirror

obscuring the eternal light

my eyes need not to be on

watches, calendars or bills

 .

numbers fog up my path

most people do too

 .

are my thoughts aimed

at precise definitions

I need to remove

not my life

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this I conclude

while closing

my eyes

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The London Hours, 2012

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this time no words
no texts no goodnight
.
no good mornings
or lets chat after breakfast
.
let’s have dinner when you are back
you didn’t want me in the mirror
with you no sure i didn’t
.
i hold out and dive into many passions
i live for once and you permeate
my actions i rather you not
.
i prefer you back
or gone
.
words
are cheap
you use few i could
.
do without
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The London Hours, 2012

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it was soaring
in a dream
as a cloud
one of
many
.
gray and dripping
removed and far
tears no more
and steps
were firm
.
in a mirror
i started
the trip
looking straight
naked
.
it could have been
with you the
crazy dream of
fast drives and riches
deep desire
.
it was for once
too many doors
blisters and blue
dark blue
band aids
.
next one is day light
and me awakened
us on a summer
night and no
sleep
.
no counting of years
no missing of days
no forgetting taste
no i remember
the route

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The London Hours, 2012

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I’ve no fangs

no more love

bites stored up

.

memories of bundles

rolling up

and down rooms and

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halls reflected in bathroom

mirrors that I would not

dare to look as

.

if dirty but not if

locked into your eyes.

It was a chain

.

fastening us in but

I fell the floor

and clanged you

.

used our shoes

to shun me

it was your shame.

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