Thou art not the one I want to write about;
but it appears that I have no brighter choice.
The only one that seems to bear no fault;
and lives a life full of merriment and bliss.

And thy, thy name! So delicate as a summer laughter
With hands so imbued with clarity and brave power.
I believe thou art such an ingenious lover;
but frail as thou hath always been; weak and fragile
under thy harmonious cover.

And shall I be treading these paths, tomorrow noon;
whenst I'll come across a dainty flower by the lagoon.
Amongst those ripe cherries-there is one too like thee,
so mysterious and sometimes gazes awkwardly at me.

Thy young bud is that of rose and berry,
a symbol of thy soul so embraced by words and poetry.
Ah! And so deserving it is of graceful flattery;
as thou move along these paths, thy young heart shines
and gleams afar-just like the dribbling snow,
how childish, yet altogether refined and free.

Thy stare-o, thy stare, querida, is deep and anxiously unbending;
like those gracious arts and their prudential stone carving
or pools with swarms of red starfish so enchanting
as my little boat swims along feverishly, unnoticing.

And ah! Unaging as thou always art,
growth is but futile to thy slippery soul
With this world thou shalt never part,
and foreverness becomes thy frost-like hall.

Youthness of thine that shall never fade,
and handsome face that shall never wane.
O, how thy delicacy is to me like that cruel fate-
o my dearest, humble immortal man!

Timelessness shall then become our lasting key;
to a love sweeter and even more precious than destiny.
And live, live in utter happiness shall forever we,
as long as these muscles can breath, and as far as
these eyes can see.

Nick's tongue is in my mouth.
And for a split-second the world
Isn't revolving.
All I can feel is the cool October wind
Stinging us with its earthy, cider scent.

A thousand leaves
Exploding red, burning orange and yellow
Flutter around in my stomach.
As the trees shed above us,
Teasing my thoughts with their nakedness
As his fingers wrap around mine.

I watch his orange-laced sneakers
Pounding against the uneven pavement
Carelessly, unnoticing
As I meticulously avoid stepping on the cracks,
Making futile attempts to slow our pace
As he bounds ahead.
Caring little about the red, orange and yellow leaves
He crushes so beautifully
Beneath his feet.

It took you some time to get
Where you are; no overnight
Fall or idle thought to drop out
Or taste how the other half lived,
Although now you know,
But a collection of erroneous
Decisions or the wrong people
At a bad time, or maybe that child
You lost and husband quitting,
Was all too much for you
To soldier on in the complex
World of the here and now.

Shelter is shelter, you mumble,
Sipping the warm soup, the memory
Of the last good supper long forgotten
Or put aside in that room marked
Verboten, and the trainers, yes,
The trainers fit the feet well,
Best for ages, you smilingly mutter,
The rest are rags, but they keep me
Warm at the best of times, which
Are few, you add, sensing the chill
Of the wall against your back;
Maybe Buddha would not pass by
Unnoticing, maybe he will give
Smile or coin or kind words
Like oil for rusting joints.

You sit and stare and muse
And feel the wind whisper,
Sense the passers-by look down
At you, feel their eyes, their
Muttered utterances, their shakes
Of head, their tut-tutting, and just
Remembering now your mother’s
Soft hand brushing your childhood
Head, soothing the poverty from brow
And cheek, maybe that’s what you want
On this street, maybe it’s her that you seek.

‘Cause I looked up at you as
Glory shout through my ears
And lightning struck my chest.
You sat,
Entirely unaware of the shock you
Sent through me.
I battled against every tear
Forming in the wells of my eyes
As they simply stopped,
Staring at you.
Quietly. You remained, unnoticing.
Breath barely found my lips.
You wrote.
Glasses hanging from your face
Glancing the words and they rolled
On and on.
And on and on
I gazed at you.
The heaving thud of my heart
Tearing tremors through my fingertips
And they tried to convey
You.
Poorly. As if knowing their inadequacy.
Even if written in blood upon the page
Only my veins
Would know what that lightening was like.
Slowly.
Only they have felt every drop you have
Changed in me.

You saw Christina
and a few

of her giggling
school friends

in one
of the school corridors

in between
maths and biology

she
looked at you

her eyes shy
and yet searching

and her friends
unnoticing

how feelings moved
or what

was inwardly touched  
some electric shock

pulsed through you
stood hair on end

or so it seemed
she in her green skirt

and white blouse
and ankle socks

with sight of flesh
as she moved

and you
in your dull grey

and black shoes
seeking to take

what image
of her

you could
to your dreams

to hold at night
and not a word

there was spent
or exchanged

or feelings unloaded
or spread

except whatever raced
like some runner

in your head
and she

in hers no doubt
wondering afterwards

what this love
bringing together

and separating
was all about.

Shoe laces- unraveling
spilling down the stairs
Raw blisters- ceaseless throbbing
soles begin to tear:
worn out,
torn up,

Pulled In.

I think I’ll like it here.


Soft crashes- they’re echoing
murmur into fizz
Singing wind- it’s gesturing
“come and see what is:”
lovely,
striking,

Haunting.

Moved by the water’s kiss.


Loud voices- painful screeching
pierce into my skin
People laugh- unnoticing
of others’ pain within:
begging,
hopeless,

Smiling.

I cannot help but grin.

What am I just some stupid peasant worker to you
Someone you can **** with and then forget about
But now your unnoticing has a left a distasteful flavor in my mouth
And now I'm angry and bitter
And I'm done with trusting my heart
I know I can be a delusionalist
But I'm also a envisionalist
But it doesn't seem to be working these days
'Cause I envisioned us ******* but that must be the delusional part taking over again
But I did envision you getting over me and not look and talk to me in that way that made me feel oh so special
But now I feel oh so invisible
So don't ******* ignore me when I'm in your peripheral vision

**** it! *******
Maldigalo! Vete a la mierda


She started this with her seductive stares and friendly touches but now the ******* chick won't even notice me anymore

What the ****, notice me
You started this and now you're gonna leave to your higher position of promotion
******* leaving  me with emptiness in this workplace
**** it! ******* for that
Maldigalo! Vete a la mierda para aquel

Us and no one else, I'll show her my love
Nosotros y ningunos otros, le demostraé mi amor

But she's got to notice me first
Pero ella tiene notarme primero

Together I thought we should be, but it's just a stupid fantasy
Junto pensé que debemos, pero su justo un a fantasia estúpida