With ink and skin
We write thank you notes.
We are thankful
And blessed.
We are destroyed
And built again
At the end of a long flight
While our flags look remarkably similar.
Same colors;
Stars that start
To fade away.
Like the scent
On my lips
Of your neck.
Absence makes the heart grow bitter,
Fonder of hatefulness
Scared by the scars of our love.
Machines translate our emotions,
Into data
Yet life goes on
As it should
Not for me though
Thank you
Spelled backwards is goodbye.

The first one was when I was six,
She was four.
We used to hide
Behind cars and kiss,
We just opened our mouths
Pressed them together.
We were the youngest of brothers
Sisters.
We tried to copy the elders
By being a couple.
Alone in a room
We kissed,
I took off my shirt,
Didn’t know what else to do.
We were so young,
Adults laughed at our behavior.

A videogame told me to be a dictator,
A great warrior.
Reality wanted me to be a great thinker,
A doer,
Someone who's not afraid
Of the shadows of a lamp.
Mother told me to clean my room
And get a woman
Who's nice,
Like her
Towards her.
Father told me nothing
As I waited for my brother;
When he hated all,
Dad saw me
Too late.
The tv told me many things
And here I was,
Like the beans of all flavors,
Said Harry.
Compared to his life
Mine is a trip.

A Day in paradise
And I can no longer write
Meaningful sentences,
It's like I need some suffering,
Some cold weather,
Being surrounded
By dead-eyed people
To express,
To write
Emotions and ****.
If everyone is happy
Poetry disappears.
Silly humans,
Said an alien
Trying to understand
Why wars,
Why pain,
Why Poe or Shelley
Or Buk.
Why?
If they could just live
In the middle of the planet
And be happy.

I find myself
A shell of a man
She sells sea shells
Didn't want to be for sale
The shell turns slowly
To sand.
In a distant beach
I saw the silhouette
Of two lovers,
Their feet naked
On the sand
That was shell
Of a man.
I find myself caring
For seconds
On real things,
Not hours
Not forever
Not even sand.

Traffic flows like a river,
At night.
A river broken by the snoring
And some lose words.
She didn't want to eat,
She'd rather snore,
Expelling the demons
Of a long week at work.
We need a priest,
Maybe a shaman,
I think I'm a witch doctor,
But I don't mess with someone who's sleeping
So sound
With such noise,
Snore.

Dogs barking
in the street, I see faces
Biting the silence.