We were moving in masses

We were moving in masses

I say good bye to three lovers

and meet another one

blue eyes

the morning weary and nervous

my red sporty jacket 

59 Street felt intense last night

powerfully happy

something about life 

and the emotions of the city

shaky and determinate 

trains and pedestrians 

coming so fast

like the sun teasing us from inside

from out side in the yard 

the pictures of the couples running towards the threes and the houses behind the threes 

We were moving in masses

as if the storm was coming at us to take us back

wrong statement it is coming to push us even further into the sea

were sometimes couples need to stay apart to reach the forest

no signals of survivors yet 

and is the normal lately

is okay the sun is coming up again

a game of who and a game of when

but here the reality of the solitary man

the beast

the brave

the loco

the star

the eternal teen

and the eternal senile

always something

and always more

everlasting mind

for the centuries to come.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

23/04/14 

the missing word

Here I awake

missing it 

long days clear up after the short nights

where you are and how far can I see ? 

the words we once most said articulate now by the forgotten time

there is not remorse on this but love

a sort of life we once thought will never be match 

and it is

and will never be

there in front of us the empty crater 

pure as it was when we arrived as will be childish to say

we affected its nature its shape 

its location, is lifted some how and far from modification

is full of stories perhaps one day to mention but today

there is a missing hour and a missing word that do not match the time 

nor our existence 

almost by distance lets say our geometry is peculiar

almost by distance we can say 

we even now

came undone and early.

by The Shortfellow

18/04/14 

something about Longevity

It has change

the color and the tune

the city where I met you and the people we no longer fuck

the topics in art and the conscious of politics 

so far nobody can see their composition

in the same moment time  sense of space and vocabulary 

streets melody and dust 

so many edges of a limit will never be touch again

and the sadness and the lyrics 

the tremendous amount of lost

so peculiar 

the voice of our body 

and its fragile structure 

constant territory for reality

and its citizens 

longevity means nothing as the road is build 

It has change 

everything is change 

so far looks its changed for good

and I am gone.

New York City

14/04/14

 

Days

It was the time

days 

where nothing was lost 

not even 

the walls 

people's eye balls 

the little streets and the promiscuous light out side the houses

the apartments 

there was the rhythm 

with the sinister song half way through and half way out

sleep walking maniacs 

their emptiness and clearance of dreams 

small dialogue of loneliness 

noisy past 

the quite days of short trips to the corner store in silence

in silence  

howly silence 

premeditated it nonsense 

about the geometry of our age

our blood

and our gender

how pathetic ? 

so much wisdom 

how many roads

in such little book

don't you think so ? 

ah Yeah 

here it is

the lost time 

we know 

the one about our uneven days.

by The Shortfellow

New York City

03/04/14

small thoughts

Within the city

I am again and again

small melody of unsynchronized voices 

from a reel or on the reel sometimes

to fast the lapses of night 

sometimes to random

the feelings of my soul 

cleaning my gears I go 

again and again

over a fight that does not end 

but it has an end yet not here

above its own source 

complicated mind and body

immerse in silver cage 

before the golden age.

by The Shortfelllow

 New York City

01/04/14