Here

When they saturate them selves 

when the first impulse of an action 

the immediate thought 

these tears

and the identification of the light with the sound of the morning

this walk towards the park 

and the beating idea of solitude when there is no more food set on the windows around town

the appearance of a book 

the neat dress on that lady far away

and the anxiety of me reflected against everybody's side walk

my thing you know

this very little thing 

that is not changing the world 

and may push the idea further  

creating a disadvantage for the poor

the society of us 

in a random approach generated 

far and repeatedly here 

so

like a sound 

my lips on yours and the discourse of the night in my chest

the hours of shame and the nightmares gone

peculiar laughter from another room 

bigger house 

rejuvenated world 

and the memory of us painted carefully

and carefully also shaped by the hands of the last century.

Here.

by The Shortfellow

Douai, France

10/11/15 

Tenderness

Little house in the skirts of the city

the endeavor of great massacres ahead

and this light parallel to a

And the rendezvous of chaos and deception in crossing lines with love but not quit

shower trouble 

passive place where the sunshine impact its faith and born quickly 

skin and youth 

over and over again 

pieces of catastrophe wrap around a box custody of time and gifts 

apostrophe and the collision of your heart as a memory 

here at this red brick trade road that I am recalling 

I grow up 

and took the transportation to my school 

here is where at night I figure out your sex and your gender

I remember very well your soul

our gardens and the land behind the house right in the skirts of the volcano 

so many of us in a pack 

the bright future measured already 

and the tenderness of that evening when I share finally to my brother how much I was into his best friend

by The Shortfellow

New York City

04/11/15