The missing hour

Here I awake

missing it, 

long days clear up after the short nights

where are you? 

and 

How far can I see ? 

The words we once mentioned

articulated 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 it will be childish to say

we affected its nature,

its shape 

its location,

It has been lifted and far from modification,

is now full of stories 

perhaps one day to mention but not today,

There is a missing hour and a missing word 

that do not match the time 

nor our existence, 

Almost by distance, -lets say that- our geometry is peculiar

Almost by distance, -we can say then- 

or even now, 

we came undone and early.

by The Shortfellow

18/04/14 

Distress garden

This complexity 

the surface of the others and the exterior lines of our home,

all bright as a whole and within the infinite self of the universe

 mix up with a drink in front if a mirror

the colorful drink and the pain 

our pain ! 

some how and some dude around the corner just pee on our tree 

the tree we care so much last summer 

last fall and last winter for

here we are taking it away in a multicolor jacket 

just for two 

like the last time I saw you and you were mine 

you have always being mine but we were to shy to admitted 

...in this garden of distress some secret and some dude again 

we don't care ! 

as we did already fucking much...

Again, 

In this garden of distress love.

and savoring better that word 

I tell you again

love.

by The Shortfellow 

New York City 

04/09/16