Poems of the Street

  Why Should I…?

Why should I love you

If you don´t love back?

 

Love must be even

But yours is odd

 

I know you´ll never love me

The way I love you...

 

Still.

 

 

 Dark

The high is dark

There´s no moon tonight

The stars mock at me

For my loneliness.

 

I walk alone

On a path of sand

The waves of the sea

Understand

Why I am alone.

 

 

Money

Money has not made me smart-er

Money has not made me handsome-more

But it still fills my wallet and pride

To say I am smart-er

To say I am handsome-more

 

In this believe I live

In this fallacy I exist.

 

 

The Day I die

The day I die, My Dear

I want you far

You will not need my body

You will not need my soul

Any more close to you.

 

You will not need my voice

You will not need my touch

You will not need my smile

Any more, the day I die.

 

The day I die, My Dear

I want you far.

 

 

A Late-night Poem

I love the poem

Which comes at night

Just after I close my eyes

 

I love the poem

I read in my mind

 

A poem that will never

Come back.

 

 

Flush

As I dump part of myself

And I let it go with a flush.

I would like to dump

Some of my past days.

The days I spent with you.

 

 

After All

After all

What else do you want me to say...

I have no word to say

In this little space

between you and me.

Not even a sound to utter.

 

Not an Uhmmm

Not an Ahhh

 

I just have these open lips

Trying to say

 

Goodbye

 

 

 Do We Love Each Other?

Love of hate

Love of love

There is love in every sight

In every moment

In every act.

 

I think I love you

But I know I don’t

 

I am still trying to save

This love of hate

This love of love.

 

 

Emptiness

The whole universe is empty

There are no stars

Is empty as empty it is

And only a few stones burn forever

In their flames.

 

 

Chiaroscuro

Chiaroscuro is my love for you

It is not bright, it is not dark

Is something in between

But it´s not even something in between

Because sometimes

Is kind of dark

Is kind of bright

 

Chiaroscuro is my love for you.

 

 

Burning Love

A burning love

Does not let me write

A poem of love for you.

 

All I think is sex

Is passion

Is desire.

 

A burning love for you

Just makes me write

Dirty poems of lush.

 

 

I´ve Seen You before

I´ve seen you before

Just I don´t remember where

Maybe sitting in a Starbucks´s chair

Maybe passing in a subway store

Maybe reading a book to an orphan boy

Maybe dancing on a pole.

 

I don´t remember well...

But I´ve seen you before.

 

 

A Dream

I dreamed I was dreaming about you

Your naked body close to mine

So close to mine that we became one

A repeated interjection

Of you and I.

 

But it was only a dream

A dream inside a dream

Of you and I.

 

 

A Ten dollar Bill

I saw a ten-dollar bill

Being blown by a sudden wind

I tried to catch it

But it escaped away.

 

A young kid got it for free

It rested flat at the tip

Of his wasted running shoes.

 

It lighted his face

It made him smile.

 

It did more to him

That it would never do...

To me.

 

 

 How Things Are Going Up There?

How things are going up there?

Isn´t it strange?

You´re going to have dinner

then read a little and go to bed.

Here I am lazy, I just wake up

and lunch is still far away.

You end a day and I´ll start a new one

And I don´t know what I am going

to do today.

 

You don´t love me

Probably neither I do.

Love is a concept

And a mania too.

You are fourteen hours away

And three meridians and one

Tropic of Cancer divide us.

 

Twelve thousand miles are a barrier

That separate us by sea, by air.

How can love persist if it is true

that it could exist.

 

I am convinced

that love is a believe

for believers to believe.

 

Then it doesn´t matters

if there are meridians, tropics,

continents or oceans that separate

lovers that believe.

 

 

Something of you

Something of you

belongs to me

Something of me

belongs to you.

 

You will keep it

wherever you go

I will hold it

wherever I am.

 

You will go away

with a small piece of me

I will stay here

with a big piece of you

 

 

No forgiving

My naked soul

I gave it to you

And you through it away

In the trash can.

 

No mercies you said

About my mistakes

And no arguments are valid here

To be heard.

 

So, I cleaned it up

And I went out

From our common house

To start again.

 

 

Prescription

The Doctor said

Drink two shots of tequila

Every day

Do it in the morning.

Do it two hours before you go to bed.

 

In a couple of months

You will be sane

You will be happier

And you will be you

Again.

 

 

    Tears by Reply

I´m crying all the time now.

I cried all over the street when I left the Seattle Wobbly Hall.

I cried listening to Bach.

I cried looking at the happy flowers in my backyard,

I cried at the sadness of the middle-aged trees.

                               Allen Ginsberg

 

I´m crying all the time now

I´m crying in front of

A plate of onion soup

I prepared for myself.

 

Everybody calls me “Solo”

Because I´m always with me

Because I am always alone.

 

Fuck with COVID-19

I don´t care about what

That it could mean.

 

Today I´ll drink

My Corona beer again.

 

 

    In the Dark

—And I lie here naked in the dark, dreaming

                            Allen Ginsberg

 

I lie here naked in the dark

Dreaming about you

Feeling your body

Rocking against mine

Your breast touching

my chest up and down.

 

It´s not a fantasy

You were mine many times

Every day, every night

Of a self-imposed quarantine.

 

Now, I am sure...

Sex is the best expression of love.

 

 

         Here I am

Here I am trying to simulate

“My life is something more than interesting”.

Passing by, passing by, passing by.

 

I listen to the radio

just to say I am doing something.

That means nothing else than nothing.

 

I sip my strawberry shake,

imagining it´s a Sam Adams beer.

 

The radio keeps going on.

A country singer pops up of the blue

singing a sad song wet like a piece of bread

in a bottom of a glass of red wine.

 

The lover in turn is gone,

but her smell is still around

impregnated in my bed,

in my red towel and my cereal bowl.

Carmine traces remind me of her.

 

She loved me.

For sure she did love me.

A note on the pillow,

with lipstick, says

 

Thanks.

 

 

      When

When I remember you

There is something that makes me sad.

Could it will be what I didn´t say?

Could it will be what you didn´t say?

 

I really don´t know.

But when I remember you...

 

There is something

That makes me

Sad.

 

 

     Have you ever…

Have you ever

Got your nose in a mesh of a woman´s hair?

Have you ever got your tongue

Tangled in a woman´s ears?

 

Have you ever loved a woman

For the pure scent she has?

Have you ever seen a woman emerging

From a shower looking fresh...

Leaving behind that scent of a woman

As she passes by.

 

Have you ever loved a woman

For the color, for the smell of her skin?

Have you ever got dissarmed

By a kiss of her lips?

 

Have you ever cling to a woman

By the way she touches your hand?

By the way she embraces you

when she says goodbye?

 

Have you ever loved a woman

For the pure scent she has?

 

 

I am ready

I am looking at the window

I am looking at the window

I am looking at you.

 

I am ready for you

Tell me if you are ready for me....

 

I am ready for you

Tell me if you are ready for me...

 

I am not young any more

But I am ready.

 

I am ready to

Love you