SYMBOL

The afternoon’s ocean
Soothing like
Fine medicine

The steps are wonderful
Because I can feel
The softness
Of the planet

Earth becomes
A pillow

I am resting
On the breasts
Of mother earth

And the girl
That girl

Says hello
Without words
Without sounds

She just sticks
Her tongue out
And curls it
With the reflection
Of the sunset

The tongue!

The language
Of children
And clowns
Of lovers
And dogs

Ramification
Of communications

Many tongues
Many nations

Babel on my beach
And she
Makes me smile

FUNNY MIGRA


“You again?”

“Is good to see you
I was beginning to worry about you”

“Ok then… open the trunk”

“Ok”

“What are these?”

“Binoculars”

“What do you need them for”

“To see”

“To see what?”

“Well… I like to go to the beach”

“Hell… I don’t need no binoculars to look at ladies”

“Do you believe in mermaids?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain”

“Oh… you have a first aid kit… something good to have if your driving”

“Aha”

“What are these? Condoms?”

“Those are for emergencies too… you know….
It‘s better to have them and not them
Than to need them and not have them”

“You must have been a boy scout”

“What can I say?”

FUNNY MIGRA


“You again?”

“Is good to see you
I was beginning to worry about you”

“Ok then… open the trunk”

“Ok”

“What are these?”

“Binoculars”

“What do you need them for”

“To see”

“To see what?”

“Well… I like to go to the beach”

“Hell… I don’t need no binoculars to look at ladies”

“Do you believe in mermaids?”

“What?”

“It’s kind of hard to explain”

“Oh… you have a first aid kit… something good to have if your driving”

“Aha”

“What are these? Condoms?”

“Those are for emergencies too… you know….
It‘s better to have them and not them
Than to need them and not have them”

“You must have been a boy scout”

“What can I say?”

INSPECTIONS

The woman was not
A supermodel
But she was decent

“What do you have in your bags?”
“Dirty laundry”
“Open them”
“Do you want to see my sperm-stained underwear?”
“What happened?”

“Sometimes while practicing coitus interruptus
(Because there are some who insist on this kind of madness)
You grab the thing closest to you for clean up-detail
And that’s usually underwear on

The floor
The bed
The seat
The table
The sand
The mulch
The stairs
The elevator
The roof
The cubicle
Or the green grass

“I don’t want to talk to you”
“Okay”
“But we can meet for coffee and talk about this”

I thought about what she said
And for a moment
I looked at her
And her eyes were shinning
I saw myself copulating to death
With this middle-age woman
And how absurd that would be
The ritual of wasting time
The feeling of meaninglessness
That comes with loss of energy
And the vulnerability of risk

“No thank you…. forget I ever
Mentioned anything”

She just looked at me
And kept silent