Against the ropes. Compilation.

Absence...

is not vacuum,
but a bottle filling with air.

With specific weight
and momentum,
it crushes you,
second by second.

04/06/2013


Mutilation.

Two buds, torn
from the old tree.
My two chicks,who
must learn to fly
without feathers.

Scream of passion,
cathartic force.
I can cry again, I'm alive.
When will my two buds
return to their garden?

04/06/2013


Wake.

Another father's head
hangs on your mantel.

In your trophy room
gather all your guests,
feminazis one and all.

Over wine
and Hors D'Oeuvres
you toast your triumph
over your vanquished foe.

04/06/2013


Contentment.

A long day,
finally behind.

A day
of important decisions
and stupid mistakes,
seeing the faces I love
more than my very breath.

Life changes,
now I'm hyped up.

Not happy, too far
and alone for that.
But I have peace.

04/06/2013


Done deal.

You made up your mind
before knowing of me.
No matter how I act,
I'm already condemned.

If I'm upset, you call me aggressive;
if I cry, unstable;
if with a sad smile of disbelief,
disrespectful;
if I insist, uncooperative;
if I'm calm, unconcerned.

As I said,
you made up your mind,
and I'm fair game to you.

03/06/2013


With friends like this...

You approach me
as a friend, concerned,
yet...

I hear my tormentors' words
coming out of your lips,
amped up by your status
and our joint experience.

When the lynch mob
finally knocks my door down,
I know it'll be you
bringing the rope.

03/06/2013