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Absent Dove

Five are the nights I cry
In the paths
Five are the written letters
Taken by the wind
Five are the black kerchieves
They are the witness
Of the five sorrows
I have inside me
 
Absent Dove
White Dove
Blooming Rose
 
I spend whole moons
Looking at the sky
With only one wish
On my mind:
That it doesn't comes down hurt
My dove
The one that comes molten
To the elements
 
It says, in a paper written
With green ink,
That with some patience
Everything can be reached
One that got it
Went to dance
From its garden to the Ark
Of the Covenant
 
A cage in the air
Is coming down
With all its bars
Of calamity
All the little birds
Are trilling
Although that, I can tell apart
My Swallow
 
I'm going to put on
A buttlefly's suit
Tomorrow, when it arrives
My dove
In the fingers, flags
Of three colors
And in the eyelashes, thousand
Of small candles.
 


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2024.11.08.

Rubles worth nothing





(I want no K G B)
 

Look at them Russians, that’s not how you do it
They bomb their neighbors into smithereens
That ain’t workin’, that’s not how you do it
Rubles worth nothing and their press ain’t free
 

Now, that ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
For someone smart, he is acting dumb.
If it’s true you want to make some renovations
Don’t bomb the place to Kingdom Come
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

See the great Vladimir riding bareback for the papers
What a photo opportunity!
He won’t let his people see the cities he’s been bombing
They won’t hear that he wrecked their economy
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

I should’a learned to work the Kremlin
I should’a learned to be Putin’s friend
Make myself a couple hundred million dollars
And hope he doesn’t shoot me in the end
 

And he’s gone nuts. What’s this? Ukraine invasion?
Destruction of their cities and their industry?
Oh, this ain’t workin’. That’s not how you do it.
Now your ruble’s worth nothing and their press ain’t free
 

Vladimir’s yearning for the Soviet Union
Rounding people up like KGB
He wants to be a big Liberator!
Czar Vladimir of the monarchy
 

Now this ain’t workin’, not the way you do it
This killing ain’t a good strategy
This ain’t work-in’! This ain’t how you do it.
Seen as a failure by posterity!
 

Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’
Press ain’t free
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
Rubles worth nothin’ (I want no, I want no)
Press ain’t free (I want no K G B)
 
2024.11.08.

Bodiam Sky





always remember the two of us dreaming a world
we can dream to the end
sun coming up in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never change
or forget how it is to be young and in love
at the edge and alive
holding each other together forever and promising
never to die
or forget how it feels to be sealed with a kiss
in this dream of a world
at the edge of it all
sun going down in a bodiam sky
and a promise that we’ll never fall
or forget how this world is now
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming to the end
how this world is found
in love at the edge
young and alive and forever in the sun
how this world is ours
promised at the edge
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
holding each other and dreaming
in the end
dreaming
together
forever
 
2024.11.07.

Where's my head going?





I've forgotten everything I once loved.
And I have nothing left to look forward to
I don't want anything, and I don't want to hear your voice
I've lost my strength
Sober thoughts, tired body
I'm so sleepy
A hard morning and a hundred tries to make sense of it all.
 

Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
I can't sleep again till morning
I've got a lot on my mind
Maybe I'm starting to go crazy.
Where's my head going?
 


2024.11.07.

Art for 100 (skit)





All my hopes are in shreds
Hundreds of empty dreams
I want so much to believe it's not serious
I can run away from the sun
Or hide from the rain
But no matter how hard I try
I can't run away from myself