THE MAN IN GREEN

The man in green marched on
with a mile left to live
and one song left to sing
to the wanton rays of the lustful sun

The man in green fell down
with one step left to take
and one word in his breath
to thirsty skies and searing sands

The man in green raised one hand
the other on his belted gun
his fingers yelled it out
"Volo, non valeo"

The man in green sang his song
without a melody
just a dance
...quiet
...short

The One-way Window

And the river’s blood drained away
The sun...too weak to rise
Some of us gave up
The rest stared away to the empty distance
With dry mouths
...tearless eyes
...cold faces

Children?
there are none
Too many mature eyes,
even the infant ones

My way, one of them looked
Through the one-way window
With eyes
forgotten by the sands of time
Can he see me?

“Help” he doesn’t say it
‘Doesn’t know what it means
Is it a shirt?
A can of beans?
A shoulder on which he leans?
…Or is it a flyer?
Maybe a hawk...
Roaring away
to the empty distance

Encounter

How will you hang me?
Will you be fair?
How will my last breath dance in the air?
When will it happen?
How will I go,
Down to the coldest land below?

How will you hold me?
Is it like before?
I wonder if you'd hold me at all
When will it happen?
How will I go?
Please, please baby
I ought to know

The Voice

Along came the voice
of a man
Mad...
with no intentions
be they good or bad
and he said:
Fly and land on the clouds
Let the sun wash your sore ego
And pale philosophy

Now, the sun is the father
and your eyes are bleeding water
All becomes one
Man becomes god
You...
are...
the difference

"I...
am...
the difference."
I said aloud
as if I were proud
as if I understood the game
truth is...
everything is still the same.

Hanan

Hanan and her friends were running around
as children always do
Their laughter overturned all sounds
Their spirits were brand new

Their hopscotch game had just begun
Before they heard a blast
Disturbed, they started running away
But one of them didn't run

Hanan, you see, was born unique
Her hearing was impaired
She couldn't wait to play the game
When playin', she's never cared

She threw the rock, and off it rolled
as a second blast befell
The rock of chalk was smashed to dust
…the rest I cannot tell

Hanan did smile one last time
Oh god, she looked so cute.
Some things in life are understood
But those things are minute

The Point

"What's the point?" One might say
Well, the point is blown away
And what's left is a broken calyx
Slowly turning into hay

Make My Day

With a pen and nothing to write on
and less light than the closing-in dawn
With vodka,
dust,
and memories
I wait…
with one song left to play

With a morning, quiet as can be
The horizon, baring the sea
Anew
Without you
I wait…
a patch of wilting clay

With words and nothing more
With a glass and nothing to pore
awake,
alone,
extinct,
I wait…
For you to make my day