Arlette

A Blue Letter

This morning, I found your note

On my car windscreen

Was it a Hello, was it a Goodbye

Try, write, I will never read

Why you want so much for

My heart to break over you..

I drove through the meadows

Your note stuck in the middle

Of the view

It started raining softly..

I stopped by a roadside cafe...

I sat outside and ate

A wet croissant in a diluted cappucino

I stayed in the cold rain

Watching the words

You wrote

Become diluted ink

And so I will never know..

Was it Hello, was it Good-bye?

I drove my heart away

From the blue stain on the parking ground..

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Romeo Time

The rendezvous of

Romeo and Juliet

timed out...

passion comes

at the dot of the second

it comes once

the 61st second of the hour

never miss it

it never comes around

never

comes

around

never

From: A Prisoner of My Own

...

I owe you the world

because it is going to stop

spinning for you

and our bond of love

shall tie your days and nights with chains

of memories that will cut you raw

with every tiny movement you dare

or hope to take,

Live long prisoner of my heart.

Fascination

I tempt your heart

into a dead

end

and stab it

as much as it takes

to send it to eternity adrift

I put rocks

in the pockets

of your love

and watch it drown

in the gentle fascination

Ever so near

I want you

away

from me.

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The Finishing Line

The moon before setting down

gives her hand to the rising sun

asking him to keep the world

rotating as she sleeps.

Yet, my dream

is a flat land

where I walk back and forth

as I please.

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The Red Dot

A red dot on the forehead

she waits for him to come home

to give her that handful of rice

to sustain their meager existence

her tears wash away

the pain of yesterday.

A red dot in the alley

the blood of his sickened lungs

spat in anguish

He pedals his rickshaw

the rain drops drain away

the pain of today.

Tonight, on the bare floor

of their shanty home,

They sit silently

and content

as their children laugh away

the pain of tomorrow.

When night comes,

hell and paradise are

not so far apart..

Pray With Me Actress

It was the last day of the month.

It was pay day for most,

except for people like me who

keep looking

for a treasure and have nowhere

to look anymore.

Cozied in the carton box,

I prepare for my lonely night

filling my box with newspapers and rags

to keep me from freezing in the harsh

American winter

It was New Year day,

The wish of the year for all

except for people like me.

My wish has walked

hundreds of highways and

every road I took

brought me back to square one,

the carton box

A prayer crept in my soul

Like a wind that blows

over the emerald winter sea

and a wonderland of love

kept me warm

the morning came up,

and on my blanket newspaper,

a small ad:

wanted immediately a true blues singer

I kicked away the carton box and

I am walking to my next meal,

my next chance, my next love.

Pray with me actress

for the carton box is gone, and

this is my very last wish.

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Just Another Poem

He said he wrote

A white sand poem

He said he dedicated it to me. Yes.

He said they took his poem

And the sand under my feet

Removed the dedication, too. Yes.

Lost deep in a useless movement

I am hypnotized by a cruel lie

That calls itself a sweet caress

He was deaf

Except to the mention of his name...

I wanted nothing

Why did you have to bring

The ugly echoes in my sanctuary?

He says he fell for me

I say he fell for himself, through me

End this masquerade, do not use me

I need nothing anymore...

Please leave..

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THE OIL IN THE SEA

The sea in him was calm as oil

At least that is what he allowed me to see..

He said a word takes nine months to come to life

And the land was receding fast, so very fast

The sea was so quiet, why?

And so I blew a storm over his cup of seawater...

Yes, it was him alright

The waves came angry, so angry

At the receding land, and he fought hard

All of his waves fought the oil in the sea

And the reclaiming of the land started

It was him alright....

I found him, at last...

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The Appolonaire's Bridge

A gentle life in Horfaissh,

A village of five thousands souls

Everyone knows him....

The cloth is tight, he feels encumbered

Everywhere he walks, people greet him,

Everyone says his name

He longs to try his wings, in anonymity....

A fast life in New York

A concrete block of 30 floors

I take the blue glass lift every morning

And every night, I still do not know why...

A series of doors all alike, each with one glass eye

No one knows my name,

I never cared to read theirs on the doors

I long to leave the wings of the blue glass lift...

La Seine' s polluted waters continue to flow

Under the Appolinnaire's bridge

When shall we meet?

The bridge stands vacant of our steps....

We could always meet in the compromise,

In equal distance: The life open

In the middle of the concrete bridge

Is it too hard for you, the middle of nowhere?

BLISS

Tenderly chilled

I eat nonchalantly

The flesh of your words

I keep tearing at them

One syllable

At a time

Your theory

Unfolds

In Its own

Mystery

Out of breath

Out of words

Your silence

Is indeed my bliss...

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The Snowman

In that place he only knows,

the walls feel like a womb,

warm and safe,

There is no sunset or sunrise

to remind him of a name

he wants no more

The life yet to be is ushered away,

unwelcome.

That is where he wants to spend his days

in the softness of the night

Yet, his heart twinkles when

a thought of me visits him.

He pens out rhyme after rhyme to deafen the heartbeat in his chest,

ripped open by a good bye.

Pretend that you did not see it.

I will take the snow in the farewell, and make a snowman

with a carrot as his nose

I will stay besides the snowman, and

make him feel the fire of Africa,

and the blazing forest,

it will melt away

The snowman of my goodbye is gone. Come out and see.

Please, do not hurt.