gone not noticed

what can we be sure of anyway
paws don't know how tender it might be
the place they jump onto

it's a matter of moments
it's a dirty business not noticed
one of those moments
the heart shifts, spins ,transports
it's a dirty business that
kicks time in the guts
gives time nausea

tongues don't know how sweetly and easily
they can nail, screw, pound, crush
it's a dirty business not noticed

collect, then, the said sailing
in the space,
pack them, stamp them unsaid
for the next receiver
and

hand me some bandages

what can we be sure of anyway

w o r d s torn into letters

"why did you live me"
said he
"lacking inspiration
thanks to thee"
his mouth fell down
as he intended to add
what
she will never figure out
then he knelt and started
crawling,searching
for his words
scattered around
from his mouth
rolling on the ground

glittering but lost words
like some jewels
long forgotton
laying in an old purse

Give 'em this, give 'em that

"Music at times is more like perfume than mathematics." Gabriel Marcel

Mad cow, bird flu, swine flu...All kinds of contagious diseases are available in the big belly store of the world so that humans would not be left alone without an agenda (!) Animals volunteered to help them in their fight against their worst enemy: boredom! Is not worrying better than angst?(!) There should be no room for humans of our times to feel detached from their lives for detachment is fatal, questioning their existence and the given meanings is fatal(!)There should be no time for getting lost in thoughts and staying idle(!) Give them some statistics, they like mathematics, give them something to fight against, they love struggling, taking precautions (!)...

what to drink in winter?

Lullabies, ancient ruins, sahlab, company of a book, numbness of existence and "our thrownness", human ridiculousnesses...oh well, lullabies...hope, yet hope!

Luban Al Hubb

What is this, amber-like,
Renascence of which
I witness?
Cool and velvety
Amorphous too
Rosewater and frankincense
Some sweet titillation
Cat's eye and emerald
Embroidered tulle
And musky perspiration
The trees yawn and smile
Wood cracks, gives birth
To a healthy fire
Everything feels green
And red now
But no!
Drinking the juice of life,
Celebrating it like boswellia
Can't be told like that
By some gibberish on a blank leaf
Of my vast arcadia