Swiss Chocolate

Three chocolate cubes sit on my dust filled desk
they are from Switzerland, where I've never been
I shove it away as I look at your picture, human
you are from a land where the desert runs long like veins
too bad I am from Mars, but Swiss chocolate appeals to
those who taste bitterness first.

Delay the universe

Valued is the time for the stretch
between a leg and a cover, sacred is
the freedom of a swan to take flight
heed to the water bellow her wings
that the ripples may delay the softness of the universe

so slow, so fast

Trickling, ticking, testing

Defies your sense,  stretches your body into numbers

Don’t try to touch it, don’t try to go back- it bites

Just observe as it nudges the seconds:

One after another

One after the other

Remember?

Memory is funny
ask me, I will recall  history
broken into little mini-chips
like a puzzle, a picture complete
fractured.
We remember what we cannot overlook
a scent lingering, a pressed rose, a word
promises of the same result
one end and a few clues for
memory. It is funny what you can recall
when you least expect-
impatient remembrance,
is a long story like
 you and
what I now call me,
It rings in my head, words, instructions I give to you like begging
remember to call me when you fall
just moments before you break
remember to allocate me a space between the fold of your eyelid
and its opening
isn't this what romantics do? fear for the heart they discovered
walking out of their chest?
remember I am made of blood and bones too-
Do you remember the summertime?, the prime?
 I now gather the remains of broken fusions of images, ours
like the moon gathers the tide
We are what we keep
mottoes, sticks and stones, favorite thread loose blouses
and heavier things: things unspeakable, things inaccessible
we are our memories
because we now can no longer be anything else-
and as I sit and marvel
I turn to where you once sat,
asking you like the wind that bangs your eardrums
Do you remember
 the picture I gave you?
You must
because that picture I left,
is where I smiled last.

carpet pattern

pierce my lungs with a thorn's blade

my air, is the world's oxygen

hesitate, it's a fraction in movement,

a normality

color the scarves on your chest with

shades you nicked out of my head

but when you hallucinate, recall me

I'm not  another drab carpet pattern

license to breathe

Allow someone a license to breathe
to stretch from the inhalation of vanilla scented mornings
to the exhalation of a sound like the closing seconds of sunrise
allow a license to breathe
all those who lost their voices
chanting for the next sunrise

Affectionate Donation

Relief, relief

papers screaming out and I, like flower am slowly dying with grace

with time

with all that dies, leaves, pets and people

of the flood, the people of the sins and the people of the drinks

So donate for my cause

please contact your local community center, 

the one edged near the pub and out of sight of all those whole

pieced

we request donations 

a few minutes, nothing else than a friendly hello

or a two seconds text message that costs few pennies 

a question is always nice, add to that concern and care

subtract the amount of tension and distress

we request donations of affections 

to the case of one tattered heart 

mine

affections are requested

donate today and receive what I send

your way.