Needing space, I have to say
   Just a little space today
Just enough space so I can breathe freely
   Without letting go completely
Space to contemplate existence
   Without too much interference
Just enough space to find myself
   Without disturbing the dust on the shelf
Space to push a little at the world out there
   Without it pushing back everywhere

How do you know that what you have written is original if you haven't read all there is to read out there?

Once you've read all there is to read out there, how can you possibly write anything original ever again?

Riding in my backpack
chattering gibberish
she charms the man
who is in a good mood
so he repairs my typewriter
     on the spot, no waiting,
     for two six-packs of Bud.
He throws in a free ribbon, too.
“Don’t tell Boss,” he says, winking
at my daughter, who is as yet
too innocent
of her power.

To build a life to revolve around you,
To watch you tear it apart
Step...
by...
step.

To think of just yesterday
Too soon to become a **memory

Two strange hearts, they are,
Have just met in the busy street of love
With so much love noises around them
Yet they could hear themselves
Beating audibly in unison
Like two lost pieces connected together again,
Perfectly fitted.


But they have to fight hard
Against lips and tongue,
The interrupters and destroyers of love
Because from them come thousand questions
Of another heart’s existence;
‘How old are you, heart?’
‘What’s your annual earning?’
‘Where are you from?’
And the questions go on forever.

The hearts come pleading to the lips and tongue
‘Sometime, for love’s sake,
Be silent, oh lips and tongue! And leave us alone!
Let us beat heartily at our present found moment
Of love and happiness;
The body needs the most.