Month: November 2011

The Walls

Please, sir! Please,
let him not slap me
let him not kick me.
Help me, sir,
my hips are broken
my nose is bleeding.
Please, sir! Please,
he’s got my hair
he’s got my neck.
Help me, sir,
I can’t breathe
I can’t move.

Ah! the walls, sir –
they are moving
they can hear me.
Thank you, sir,
I think I’m flying
I feel no pain.

Their Love

A mid-August afternoon
he kissed her;
silence droned in her ears,
her heart wrenched
with emotions almost painful –
her heart throbbed,
’cause someone loved her so –
if he had kissed her
for hours,
it wouldn’t have sufficed.
Yet, with a single touch,
she knew she loved him
and he loved her as much.
She wanted to be closer –
under his skin –
with no time and space
between them.
She wished
nothing else mattered but –
their love

Goo(ba)d Prayer

Are you in pain, Old Lady?
Come, let me comfort you.
Your feet ache?
I will carry you.
Oh, you can’t hold the spoon.
Let me feed you.
I will sing you a lullaby:
Sleep, Old Lady,
have a safe passage.

The coins are too heavy?
Let me take the weight off you.
You can’t eat, Old Lady?
Go hungry another day.
Oh, you need to go?
Pee in your pants.
Stop moaning, Old Lady,
you are a nuisance.
When will you pass?