TWILIGHT ENDING

I shall go to the dusk

like a bird rising

from among the foliage

seeks the sky

from the forest moving

dark and swift shape

coming through the underbrush

of time with a mouth

full of teeth glimmering

in the last light

31.08.2022

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ABYSS

 The universe

erases everything,

with time -

even itself,

and time.

31.08.2022

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OUR FLESH AND BRAINS MIRRORING DUST

We are what others have been before,

not one thought in our turbulent minds

our own, never risen before; just

like our faces carved in resemblance

of so many ones turned to dust.

31.08.2022

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FRANCESCO FURINI(1604-1646): HYLAS AND THE NYMPHS(1630)

Hylas, poor bastard with a face

like that of a weasel, gazes with

desperation, longing for the sight of his

lover Heracles emerging to save him

from all this soft female flesh

drowning him; alas, this overabundance

of limbs and curves will be his fate,

and Heracles, searching in vain, will

miss the boat, and all the loot & fame

the Argo would carry back,

and miss too that glorious moment

of chopping a child to pieces

to delay a pursuing father...

30.08.2022

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GIOVANNI FRANCESCO GUERRIERI(1589-1655)

How can one artist differ so much

in quality? One moment painting Lot

and his misguided daughters almost like

Caravaggio risen from his grave, then...

a puffy miniature Judith with an embarrassed

head of Holofernes, head chopped off

after dying of shame for being involved,

and as you remember Artemisia Gentileschi's

magnificent avenger of male violence,

you feel near physical pain

gazing at this monstrosity...

30.08.2022

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REMEMBER THIS: A POLITICIAN IS A COWARD

 The anti-vaxxers, fascists

and big business,

the three-headed hydra,

made politicians

in our plighted nations

to stop saving lives,

made the politicians

to end fight

against coronavirus.

Illness and death,

millions of deaths, to appease

the three-headed hydra.

A politician is a coward.

Remember this.

A politician is a coward.

When you go demanding

good things, not death

like the three-headed hydra,

and come to the door

of a politician, his

home, her office,

remember this:

A politician is a coward.

Act accordingly.

30.08.2022

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HOLD THEM TIGHT IN YOUR MIND

Life gives broken

shards of the forever

lost past for us to hold,

pieces with sharp edges

cutting deep, and more

dear for doing so.

30.08.2022

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GERMANY NEVER LEARNS

 The Germans they fly the Israeli flag and say

that because Germany did a genocide,

no one can Israel condemn or criticize,

it's war crimes must go unpunished,

human rights violations unchecked,

because Germany did a genocide;

the word 'Apartheid' must not be used

because Germany did a genocide,

and the only way Germany can repay

is to let Israel commit Apartheid,

as in German mind only innocent blood

can innocent blood repay.

27.08.2022

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OF LIFE

Life gives

you ample possibilities

to repeat old mistakes;

but the chance to correct

old mistakes -

so thrift is life with that!

27.08.2022

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FOR WHOM THE COUNTRY BELONGS

Neither the poor

nor the rich

have a country:

Patriotism, all that

'home, faith and fatherland'

is for the middle-class.

Not a piece of

the wealth of the country,

whose flag flies above

her head,

belongs to a poor;

and to a rich

belongs the entire world,

all the flags of the globe -

they fly for him.

27.08.2022

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THE LOST POEM

You have to remember this,

I thought as I repeated the few lines

in my mind before falling

asleep on the sofa, too

tired to get up and write

them down; and now,

of course, they are just there

beyond remembering, hovering

as shapes refusing to clear

into words, ghost

of a lost poem.

27.08.2022

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NOW

Faint echoes of real lives

in the void past death of stars

glimmers of consciousness

entangled living endlessly

fragmented memories

as endless now

27.08.2022

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WHAT YOU ALL WERE TO ME

Under the azure skies

of late August,

under the still,

yellowing crowns

of trees towering

through my five decades,

sorrow and grief

for all you loved people

I left to run as dust

between my fingers

to the parched ground of

years, a Judas to you all.

26.08.2022

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WHEN I SPEAK OF WE I MEAN ME, NOT YOU

To PRC

We people childless out of choice,

out of inability to be worthy

of the trust to beget and raise,

betray seven million years of evolution,

all the dead generations begetting,

carrying in their wombs, giving birth,

raising and losing child after child,

burying them across seven million years;

we betray the survivors of those aeons

of loss, those becoming parents, dying

child after child, parent after parent,

the rare ones seeing a grandchild

in their senescence in their thirties and fourties,

those grizzled matriarchs and patriarchs,

betray seven million years of their crude and

short copulation seeding short lives,

briefly flowering, early withering,

suffering generation after suffering generation,

and here we are, here I am,

at the end of seven million years,

and girl, I so wish I could have

been what you needed,

and we could have thrown seeds

in time for another seven million years,

human buds blossoming

from our fossilized skulls.

26.08.2022

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IF YOU WOULD BE HERE, I WOULD HAVE YOU ON THE YARD, NOW

To PRC 

I still dream abour your breasts,

your ass,

oh god, if I could have them here,

and rest of your flesh,

on the early afternoon grass,

under this azure sky,

and not a word would be spoken,

but the neighbours would

hear how much I love

your flesh spreading on

the late summer grass,

unlocking the deep gate

to your inner being

opening between your thighs.

26.08.2022

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A GOOD POET IS A POET DEAD IN THEIR PRIME

I like my poets

dead young

and bitter,

rockstar-like,

before their poetry

grew stale,

before the tragedy

was that of longing

back to the middle-age.

26.08.2022

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SOME KIND OF DOCTOR MOREAU

The past carves the future

in flesh, with a dull knife,

and this ever-fleeting moment,

the always bleeding wound.

26.08.2022

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DOPPELGÄNGERS

The enemy of your enemy

is not your friend;

the enemy of your enemy

is the mirror image

of your enemy, and his

once and future friend.

25.08.2022

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FINDING THE YOUTH OF A MASTER POET ON THE PAGES OF OLD POETRY MAGAZINES

There is something awkward,

embarassing to suddenly run into

the poems of a great author's youth,

when they seemingly tried everything,

from concrete poetry to classical forms,

searching what would open a path

to their own voice; these abandoned,

Chernobyl-like ruins suddenly overshadow

the polished masterpieces wrought

in their unmistakable mature style -

for they show that even masters

are not born but made, evolving

through myriad forms into

the shape the creationist reader

has held as unchanged perfection.

22.08.2022

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IN THE SUDDENLY CRISP MORNING BREEZE

After the great heat dissipated

and rain swept the night, on

this morning the light touch

of autumn is everywhere

to be seen, smelled and heard,

from the proliferated yellow leaves

on the high leafage of aspens, 

birches, lindens and junipers

to the altered faces of people

passing below on the alleys,

on which dark pools of rainwater

reflect darker clouds; those

transfigured visages of human beings,

with a touch of regret and loss,

reflect the arriving fall,

withered leaves to descend.

22.08.2022

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THEIR SECOND DEATH FOR ME

 Now even the night and dreams

don't recover my beloved dead for me;

they came and spoke and gave

their loved voices back,

speaking to mind from mind,

and that was a solace and a joy

even when in dream itself

I knew they were but

part of me, garbed in sight

and sound entombed in memories,

and mirror of my longing;

yet now in sleep they are as dead

as in day's blinding light,

and the bleak hours of the dark

too haunt me with their absence,

for I have lost them twice.

18.08.2022

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THE FRUITLESS HEMLOCK OF LATE REGRET

How I wish I would be have been

a better man, a man who could

run behind your naked form

through the warm rain now falling,

how I wish I would be the man

who would have my hand

on your quivering breast,

and not the man who cut down

every dream you had.

17.08.2022

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UNLIKE THE MALE GREEK GODS

Greek goddesses never came

to mate with mortal men

in the form of a cow or a bird,

they came lush in human flesh,

not with horns and tails

or beating wings,

and this tells us something

of the Greek men spinning

myths and telling tales.

17.08.2022

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SUDDENLY HIS EYES SAW

High in the tall birch

a stout branch

full of yellow leaves

among still bright green;

in the midst of summer,

autumn; among men

in their prime, an

early, withered old age.

17.08.2022

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THE LONG DROUGHT

This dying summer

leaves rivers running as gravel

and burns the flowers

and the grass on graves.

14.08.2022

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WITH NOW TIRED EYES

The day I slept,

a golden day,

to a pitch-black

night I awoke;

and as the morning

came pale with rain,

I watched it fall

with now tired eyes.

11.08.2022

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NOW I WAIT FOR THE THING THAT SHOULD HAVE FIRST COME

There was a time,

long years gone,

when I lived for people

and the years to come,

and through those

long years gone,

foolishly I lost the people

to death and own mistake;

withered the years to come

until the branches of time

now stand bare, 

and death I await here.

10.08.2022

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WHEN YOU KNOW IT'S OVER

Under the azure sky

and the still green crowns

of swaying birches,

in a moment of almost

sheer happiness,

a thought enters

the mind and engulfs it:

It's over. All the

important things

set to happen

in your life have taken place,

and no matter how

many days like this,

how many years will come,

your life is forever

in the past,

in the moments carved

into your memory,

not in the world

opening around you

into azure green depths.

02.08.2022

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