Writer’s Night
What is a writers‘ night like?
Where does the bus leave from
which takes us on the road?
And when we get to one of them,
will he let us in or not when we ring the bell?
Should we bring wine or is the writer not allowed to drink,
should we bring music, cigarettes, anything,
can we take a picture of him with the smoke billowing in his place,
as he paces up and down like a caged lion?
Should we bring a book for him to sign,
should we bring our own, signed for him
or would that be a provocation?
Where is the bus leaving from?
Perhaps an omnibus, the wrong chariot?
Where are the writers, and
where is the night that leads us to them?

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V
We didn’t know them
deep inside it was hope that said
we had met them in early childhood.
Perhaps we had seen them twice and then they went to the ships
cargoes of coal, cargoes of crops and our friends
vanished beyond the ocean forever.
Daybreak finds us beside the tired lamp
drawing on paper, awkwardly, painfully
ships, mermaids or conches;
at dusk we go down the river
because it shows us the way to the sea
and we spend our nights in cellars smelling of tar.
Our friends have left us
perhaps we never saw them, perhaps
we encountered them when sleep
still brought us very close to the breathing wave
perhaps we search for them because we search for the other life,
beyond the statues.

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The Commission
For years he counts infinitesimal
differences that always leave room
for his profit, slight gains perhaps
incalculable for most people though
very important to the money changer,
way of life for the expelled from the
Temple in the ancient days which he
recalls as re-counts and estimates his
gain, old Benjamin, sitting on his
stool with a bowl full of gold and
silver coins from various countries,
he calculates his potential profit and
contemplates the time when he’d go
along with his loot which perhaps
might buy him a better spot
in Paradise. Old Benjamin had also
missed the point of why he lived
his life to just do as expected
as he was taught by his wise teachers
and you said,
he too got caught in the trap of money
he too remained an insignificant
peon among the innumerable others.

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