reincarnation - resurrection

i don't have any brothers.
i killed them.
and i live like a cat:
jumping through the nights of the roofs, now,
not like a yellow fog, nor like a smoke;
just like a cat.

does a cat kill brothers?
and am i a cat?
those, i don't know well,
well, yet i live like one,
and i know i don't have any brothers,
though i still think about them,
though time to time,
though i forget now and then,
that i did have brothers,
and i killed them.

ah, yes, yes, it is hard to be a cat,
standing still under a dead lamp light,
and hard not to have
any brothers, any more.

and harder even
just to live like a cat,
pretending to stand still under a dead lamp light,
and not to remember what i once had...

a digression for the sake of greyhawk: the coming of ali

a crack!--
the air burnt with thunder
the sky shook, suffering a mad laughter
bringing warmth to the friend,
for the fiend, death to the end.

a flash!--
of the giant ax he swung making the air wheeze
collecting the heads of the heathens with ease
this was ali, coming up from the ocean of the mountains,
swearing upon his life that he'll avenge his fathers

a crush!--
coming from his iron-shod feet
supported with his steel-like shoulders
what he lacks in height
he covers with fists like monsters!

a grasp!--
under his arms, to make him turn angry in a second,
just to see it's caleb and valost, his old friends to tease him a little.
and following them, ubor with his staff, latron with his bow,
are saluting this great warrior with unprecedented awe!

Desuetude

I was going down’a street

And a woman stopped me down the street

I asked her what street

She told me, very discreet,

I knew all along,

All alone, I was walking back and fro

For years and years in the same street

With a sickenin’ sanctimonious smile

From ma head to feet

Oh my god, can it be true?

I asked myself, lookin’ down ma feet,

Down the dizzyin’ street:

And a someone said

“Yeah, yeah, son,

You fuckin’ should have done unto others

As you would have others do unto you,

But the ignorant fuck you are,

You just passed the warnin’ signs

And your guts filled with lice.”

I raised ma head, to see the someone

But with the discreet woman gone,

what the fuck have I done?

And where’s the guy that spoke and run?

I don’t think I cried

I don’t think I sat down

I don’t think I despaired

I don’t think I won

…But the street continued to hum,

Continued to pass the people afoot,

Without actually getting to know anyone…

Yeah, as I was sayin,

I was walkin down a street

I continued down the street

With nuthin’ guidin’ ma poor feet

I just walked down the street…

Reader, Digest(s), and

When I cannot find anything else to read

I turn my eyes to my self and look there:
To find sentences in pieces;
Like broken furniture not looked after,
Words misplaced hesitating to follow each other –
Unarrived exclamation marks, unwanted dashes
Commas, all in the wrong places,

Halfhearted paragraphs vainly demanding

For a great ending!
For this boy, (who wants to do the right thing
Learned from the books his friends told him to read,
Unable to find a correspondence with his sentences and theirs,
Still,

afraid of the ones he wrote,
afraid to write his own ones,
looking to read something else,
not knowing whether to turn a page –

Whether full or blank,)

Continue(s) to read.

auditorium

listen to me, people:

I like you best when
your heads look different
ways: to the sky; to your
lover; to the ground.

and I do not like it when
I cannot see your pupils
standing their own ground.

and it does not matter to me
if you want to rest
for the rest
of your lives.

I will be here.

song for a good child, sung by a bad one

sometime someone will come,
take my hand and hum
with me and my mouth,
love me until south.

hum, hum,

and,

hum, hum, hum,

we will be very happy
we will hum very nice
we will act very good
we will live very just.

and,

when someone-and-I's time comes
floating on our looney tunes
together we will go far away
passing the candy clouds on the way...

hum, hum, hum,

cursing the frauds down below,
eating godmade marshmallow.

hum, hum,

i hope...

hum...

claim

factotum
is what your eyes
make you to see
the different things
through the atoms
of miniscule people!