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Sad Breakfast Club
lebanon
i write because nobody listens.
Poems
persefona Feb 2015
brat i sestra
persefona
Feb 2015
brat i sestra
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
sestra: u sobi.
brat: sta radi?
sestra: ma odkud znam, pusi.
brat pravi sendvice. pet sendvica. mleko i keks. malo cipsa sa strane.
brat ne zna nista. sestra zna po nesto.
brat se obraca psu: pa gde si ti bio ceo dan?jeli malisanu mali, milice jedna, jel si gladan? a sta si radio? hoces napolje? jao pa vidi te sapice, smrdo jedan.
ne izvodi psa.
brat jede. cuti.
brat ide na spavanje, vec je jako kasno. opranih zuba.
sestra vec spava. brat otvara vrata sestrine sobe naglo, namerno ili mozda slucajno ali ne i prvi put. gleda u mrak i osluskuje sestrino mumlanje i cangrizanje. cuti. zatvara vrata i odlazi u svoj mrak, prekoputa.
jutro je.
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
sestra: u sobi.
brat: sta radi?
sestra: ma odkud znam, pusi.
brat pravi sendvice. pet sendvica. mleko i keks. malo cipsa sa strane.
brat ne zna nista. sestra zna po nesto.
brat se obraca psu: pa gde si ti bio ceo dan?jeli malisanu mali, milice jedna, jel si gladan? a sta si radio? hoces napolje? jao pa vidi te sapice, smrdo jedan.
ne izvodi psa.
brat jede. cuti.
brat ide na spavanje, vec je jako kasno. opranih zuba.
sestra vec spava. brat otvara vrata sestrine sobe naglo, namerno ili mozda slucajno ali ne i prvi put. gleda u mrak i osluskuje sestrino mumlanje i cangrizanje. cuti. zatvara vrata i odlazi u svoj mrak, prekoputa.
jutro je.
brat: cao
sestra: cao
brat: gde je tata?
Matthew P Beron May 2014
Bella
Matthew P Beron
May 2014
I had just left the library
and was 20 minutes early for the bus
I decided to pull a Sobe
and a roast beef sandwich
out of my back pack
it was the first of May
but it was cold as hell
my fingers were numb
I would take a bite of the sandwich
take a drink of the Sobe
then set them down
and warm up my fingers
this guy came walking by
with a skinny little black dog
the dog looked like it was starving
and looked like it had been beaten
she came right up to me to say hello
I bit off a piece of the sandwich
and offered it to the dog
she gobbled it up happily
but the guy was ******
"you can't be feeding my dog" he said
I told him that somebody needed to feed the dog
because he obviously wasn't
"the dog should be taken away
and you should be jailed for neglect and abuse"
he got right up in my face
and started spitting obscenities
I got right back in his face
held out my chin and pointed to it
"go ahead, take it out on me
and leave the dog alone tonight"
he uttered a few more choice words
and backed off
he walked away jerking at the poor dog
as I watched him walk away
I noticed a sign posted on a pole
I had to walk into the steet to see it
It said, MISSING DOG
and there in the photo
was I think the same dog I had just met
it said her name was Bella
and she was a Chow Chow
she was probably 20 pounds heavier
and looked happier in the photo
she had been missing since March 22nd
it also said she was sick and needed medication
I didn't know what to think
was it the same dog?
was the man she was with neglecting her?
or was it the previous owners?
I decided to call the number and left a message
saying where i saw her
and what direction she was headed
and I left a description of the man
suddenly I didn't notice that my fingers were frozen
I don't know where Bella is tonight
but I hope she has a warm bed
a decent meal
her medication
and a loving companion
and was 20 minutes early for the bus
I decided to pull a Sobe
and a roast beef sandwich
out of my back pack
it was the first of May
but it was cold as hell
my fingers were numb
I would take a bite of the sandwich
take a drink of the Sobe
then set them down
and warm up my fingers
this guy came walking by
with a skinny little black dog
the dog looked like it was starving
and looked like it had been beaten
she came right up to me to say hello
I bit off a piece of the sandwich
and offered it to the dog
she gobbled it up happily
but the guy was ******
"you can't be feeding my dog" he said
I told him that somebody needed to feed the dog
because he obviously wasn't
"the dog should be taken away
and you should be jailed for neglect and abuse"
he got right up in my face
and started spitting obscenities
I got right back in his face
held out my chin and pointed to it
"go ahead, take it out on me
and leave the dog alone tonight"
he uttered a few more choice words
and backed off
he walked away jerking at the poor dog
as I watched him walk away
I noticed a sign posted on a pole
I had to walk into the steet to see it
It said, MISSING DOG
and there in the photo
was I think the same dog I had just met
it said her name was Bella
and she was a Chow Chow
she was probably 20 pounds heavier
and looked happier in the photo
she had been missing since March 22nd
it also said she was sick and needed medication
I didn't know what to think
was it the same dog?
was the man she was with neglecting her?
or was it the previous owners?
I decided to call the number and left a message
saying where i saw her
and what direction she was headed
and I left a description of the man
suddenly I didn't notice that my fingers were frozen
I don't know where Bella is tonight
but I hope she has a warm bed
a decent meal
her medication
and a loving companion
António S P Benigno Aug 2013
Esse sinal que é teu
António S P Benigno
Aug 2013
O desenho inscrito sobe a forma de sinais,
Que percorrem o mapa secreto desse corpo,
Onde no olhar se vêm certezas divinais,
Mais secreto é saber que alimentas o meu horto!
O dilema repleto de infindáveis caminhos,
Onde a escuridão que existira se esfumou,
Nossos dizeres tornam-se atos e miminhos,
Essas dúvidas são claras e o tempo levou!
Como tu eu sinto que o melhor é mesmo acreditar,
Soltar-me no vento e explorar o sentimento quente,
Que chegou recheado de sonhos e contornos de cativar,
É porém o desenho do teu rosto que guardo tão presente!
Presente tão bom, presente que Deus me enviou no caminho,
Posso mesmo confiar que tenho vontade de ir pela avenida,
Nem tão pouco, nem tão perto a luz do fundo eu imagino,
Mas o alimento que trouxeste e que a ti vai deixando com vida!
Segue nas minhas veias na esperança de te poder hoje e sempre olhar,
Apertar-te nos braços e encontrar o meu, em tempos já distante Norte,
E hoje aperto em minha mão a bússola que me trouxeste em passaporte,
Para o vão da felicidade, de que hoje quero acreditar, e comigo, a ti levar!
Autor: António Benigno
Para ti Lili…
Que percorrem o mapa secreto desse corpo,
Onde no olhar se vêm certezas divinais,
Mais secreto é saber que alimentas o meu horto!
O dilema repleto de infindáveis caminhos,
Onde a escuridão que existira se esfumou,
Nossos dizeres tornam-se atos e miminhos,
Essas dúvidas são claras e o tempo levou!
Como tu eu sinto que o melhor é mesmo acreditar,
Soltar-me no vento e explorar o sentimento quente,
Que chegou recheado de sonhos e contornos de cativar,
É porém o desenho do teu rosto que guardo tão presente!
Presente tão bom, presente que Deus me enviou no caminho,
Posso mesmo confiar que tenho vontade de ir pela avenida,
Nem tão pouco, nem tão perto a luz do fundo eu imagino,
Mas o alimento que trouxeste e que a ti vai deixando com vida!
Segue nas minhas veias na esperança de te poder hoje e sempre olhar,
Apertar-te nos braços e encontrar o meu, em tempos já distante Norte,
E hoje aperto em minha mão a bússola que me trouxeste em passaporte,
Para o vão da felicidade, de que hoje quero acreditar, e comigo, a ti levar!
Autor: António Benigno
Para ti Lili…