Tempus

The other day I ordered a new pen
I went out to buy a new skin
With the sole purpose of writing your name on it.
The pen arrived with a great noise
My stretched back was ready to carry
The weight of the words but
Could not remember anymore
What to call you.

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Ink drawing: Manuell Manastireanu

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A Sense of Duty

Hey, today I do not like apples
They remind me of lost teeth
And I do not sleep as I wait for the rain to stop.

I am ready to jump out of my skin
And say oi! come here world I’m ready to fight you.

You say not the fight is important
But the peace I will make with everything and everybody before I go
The way I love words and soap and your hands, as they quietly rest on the wooden table.

Hey, today I do not like letter ‘s’
It reminds me of separation but after all
You think without ‘s’ there would be no wide-sargasso-sea or stealth
And no serpent or sin or self regard but
A sudden absence.

And I …..keep…..quiet.
I let you start a revolution on my behalf
You the one to decide the colour of this red sea.