I see him on TV,
In his suit,
He looks so unhappy,
Furrowed brow,
Eyes squinting,
Tight mouth,
A guy whose parents
Made him feel worthless,
Now in a position where
He can hurt all his
Perceived enemies,
Play out all his fantasies
Of showing them
Who’s right,
A sad man doing sad things
For sad reasons.
Love came and whisper to me,
your life is finite,
and you an exquisite imperfection,
someday you will fall like the leaves
and your blood won’t be red any more,
you will pass the gate of silence,
at the intersection between the forgettable before
and the unending after,
so, don’t put it off,
find the sun on your eye
and the songs on your heart,
give rest in the poetry of light
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dedicated to my best Romanian friend Vasile
early morning
Sip on my coffee and
I think of you
I keep the pot going
but the Black Hole is insatiable.
Where digestion vanishes
down its gullet,
my dinner guest
imbibes such gluttony.
Obesity? derangement?
A universe tasting
its own flavors before swallowing
the cook.
Early morning
Taste of poetry is
Like a nectar for me
Good morning
