I don't know what it feels like in space.
What the astronauts feel as they float and look out the window
and see a colossal Earth
As they look out the window and see a glimmering light,
an auratic moon and a vast emptiness
It must be pretty
But I doubt it is anything like swinging in the dawn
As I swing, my black and ***** hair is blown back and forth as it kisses the air
With every swing I take I leave behind my melancholies

I've been hearing the birds sing for the past two hours,
and the sun is not yet visible.
If I swing a few more minutes
and the cloudy skies clear,
it'll wake from its daily nap,
from behind my back.
Maybe I can see its reflection through the water in the pool
that sits a few meters from me.

Oh, how the wind is cool.
It blows away those dandelion flower seeds that hit my skin.
When I swing and glide through the wind,
it becomes the closest thing to flying or anything akin.
It does not oppose
Instead, it pushes me higher, closer to the sky
as if I could fly, giving me wings, like the birds that sing.



If I could go to space or wake up early one day,
I would choose to stay.
Here I can swing and kick the air,
hear the birds’ serenade,
and smell the freshness of the moist earth in the air.
This beauty cannot be compared.
I rather swing and observe the forming of this beauty here
Like I do the early Thursday morning .

She wears blue rubber gloves
Middle aged, with light, brown hair
She pulls it back in a pony tail
Her eyes match her hair,
Brown, but dull and dried, uninspired.

With her hands, she holds a cart,
with a container of trash, black trash bags,
two wooden poles, and her disinfectant just below from where she holds.
She pushes it, and it rolls over the floor.

Her parents promised her a good life,
that she would attend a college.
She has made it.
She has late nights like every student
Like them, she visits the second floor of Wells, tired,
but in her brown custodian attire.

The lady makes her rounds every four hours
every day of the week.
Her legs and feet slow down every time she returns
And her worn out shoes decay even more

When she looks in the mirror in the restroom she can see the wrinkles  
           around those eyes of hers.
In a different time, she would have covered these areas with makeup,
but now she wonder, 'is there any use in that?'

We ignore her, we've seen her too often
She is like an invisible ghost,
you don't see her,  can't hear her.

She's is leaving now, after cleaning the restrooms, pushing her cart.
It's now 8:16pm, she'll be back at midnight.
I will see her then, before I leave
It's a date that we have, but only I know
but I'll ignore her, I won't smile nor talk to her.

...
As a person

I  go around, walking under the clouds or below
the clear blue sky. If money is gold, then
the sky is my soul, never to be bought, never to to be sold.

The wind in fall, the wind in spring
The breeze in summer, the breeze in winter
I see the rain maneuver around my red
umbrella. The rim breaks, the springs bend.
Rivers and lakes dry. Rivers and lakes flood. But they also
shrink, but they expand as they freeze. But life is
beautiful, it is continuous in all four seasons.
Death is non existent. It is never here nor there.
Never present, it only shows itself when it leaves....

The kid saw a tired, dead face as the speckles of light disappeared behind his ears.
The robes, the bones, present in the water, present in the sunset,
Present in the quietness, the silent place,
in the tranquility of the night and in the peace of time.
The robe over the bones, present in her tired face
The insignificant, the never present, now always the ever-present and ubiquitous
What would become happiness, what would become joy
became sadness, became remorse.

Let us make a trip
Let us visit the ocean coast,
Where the hot sand will touch our bare feet
Where our toes will get covered by sand and dust
Walking on the shore from noon till dusk.

The waves will come,
and we will run
The waves will go,
and we'll approach
There, the sun will glow,
there, between the orange sky and the blue liquid
creating an illuminating path to its heart.
Quick, let's run! The waves aren't that far!

Holding hands, as the waves hit us
and water sprinkles over our bodies, we recede
to our ****-made sand seats.

Though the sun may blind my eyes,
with you by my side I'd like to watch and say farewells and goodbyes.

I want to go one way, but he current takes me another
In the end, I think it's all circles, spirals,
But too far have I gone
That I can't see that it was a circle from the start.

Everyone has a story to tell
If newborn babies could talk,
and if I were to interview one
he would have a story to tell.
It's true, i think they would.

I want to write a poem, but I forgot how,
or rather, I've never known how and I'm just finding out now

I don't want to write a book, because I don't need many words to express my feelings,
but mainly because it's too hard to write one.
I only eat at real restaurants, not fast-food ones like McDonald's or other chumps
because I don't want to get fat,
but mainly because I'd be too lazy to work out.
I only watch movies on the Internet because I don't feel like paying for the cable,
But lets be honest, I just can't afford a TV.

I'd like to visit Canada to see the pretty girls there this spring,
dancing with the air, as the wind blows away their hair
Truthfully, though, I want to go France and have the ladies speak French to me,
but I can't afford the ticket, so I'll settle for the next best thing, this spring

I enrolled in college because I wanted to follow my dreams,
Or so I told my parents.
I just wanted to get out of the house and so I used this scheme
You  could say I really did fulfilled my dream.

Sometimes I'd like to cut myself to remind me of ourselves
If I apply pressure to the wound it'll stop bleeding
It's the only way to stop this feeling
It's the closest thing that resembles me embracing to tightly with our fronts softly headbutting.

For the first time I talk to you
I hated you, I despised you, I disliked you
I forgot about you, father.

The two of you became distanced
The kid you once hit has now grown
I wonder, is he now an adult?

The first time, I slept at grandma's house
I was consoled by her
Being poor, she only gave a plastic straw and a tight hug.

The last time, mom only told me, "You have to write more legibly,"
and I cried
But then I tried, I tried, tried, tried, tried, I tried, I tried
But then you disappointed again
Impossible to refrain, you'd come back late
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7. Too many to remember
Perfumed in alcohol,
You'd hit the wall,
You'd hit my door,
You'd hit my sister's door.
You mistreated my siblings.
I couldn't take it anymore
I deprived myself of my feelings.

The kid told me to forget you,
and you became a stranger.

Seven years have passed,
and two weeks have gone by
since a faint memory came back.

Is it time or is it wind,
that erodes the rock?

I called you, and timidly said four words to you.
Not many, only a few
Were you surprised,
that I had even tried?
We may never be a happy family of flying doves,
That I know.
What can happen in the future, that I have no clue
But shall we digress?
Happy birthday to you.
May we live at least another 50 years.

Thank you mother, I have a father.

You do not understand
You simply cannot comprehend,
this feeling in my brain.

My science tells me it's up there
Where?  
Again?
Up there, the brain.
Not in the heart, not in the lungs, nowhere else
Only there.

But to be fair, I feel something in my chest
Could it be the chemicals?
Oxytocin? Serotonin?
Or could it be dopamine?
Oh! Let's just call it love.

Unrequited love
Impossible, but she's whom I feel is my soul.
Perhaps, I hope, she too will think so.

What is it about her that I like, you ask?
Why so much love?
I think it's those high cheekbones
It's weird, but it's true, I really do.
If I imagine her, I usually only see two things
One, her big round eyes,
and two, her lovely cheekbones
They're like two precious diamond stones
that adorn the oceans in her eyes,
only mirrored by the open skies.

Some days
Someday, I hope to hold your hand
Someday, I want to run my fingers through your hair
Someday, I wish to hold your stare
Someday, I long to kiss you as I have planned
Someday, I yearn to hold you in my arms
Someday, I expect to win you with my charms
Someday, we can touch our hearts
Someday, we could do this in the parks
Someday, I would also like to marry you
But for now, I should say adieu.

Today, I feel like embracing you.
Today, I fell like kissing you.
Your lips, soft as cotton and sweet as honey.
My dear Lady I cannot wait.
My nights are hallow,
and my days are shallow.
I yearn for your presence next to me.
With the heat of your body,
With the heat of my body,
them sliding through our sweat.

In the morning I will love you,
and I will kiss you and embrace at noon.
In the evening, looking at your eyes,
I'll caress your lovely [bony] ***, I mean your body.

At night, we can share the sheets,
while underneath the stars,
as She, the moon, hovers over us.

Two bodies together.
Two bodies together go to sleep
with the blessing and presence of the moon
Together we shall wake
when the Sun shines tall and gold, and the skies turn blue.  
As the Russians would say:
я тeбя люблю
(Ya tebya lyublyu)
( I Love You).