Not Getting drunk

You are not getting drunk,  acting stupid on the street

When life is getting ugly, keep yourself pretty for a change


When a door is closed, you will notice the windows

and the scenery beyond

Let the door shut

let go

Let your vision return

You were not blind

You were blocked


You are not sitting up tonight, listening for car engines on the street

There may be prolonged nights,  spend them planing for your day


No one is forever wining, or forever losing

Marriage can be heaven, marriage can be prison

but love is air

You feel it when you are losing it, you kick and struggle, you become desperate

you hate to see what you have become


You will find your love back,  that you are entitled to

Yet not from him or her, let go!

Let go the one that has no love left, for you


Not tonight, no more any night


Written in memory of three broken marriages of siblings, same year





















Solemn Silence

Ka! the bathroom fan finally stopped,

The kitchen door is closed – no movements will trigger the lights.

The street has gone to sleep, good night!

The man cried for his cat is gone, good luck!


So many of the “the”s

are around me, shadowing me, suffocating me,

with constant persistant dominant demands

of attention


I feel alive again, after some Nina de Roja,

I am back to my own world – idle,tipsy, woozy – but quiet,

preciously quiet


No more hysterical songs on the radio,

No more aimless rambling to a bearer,

No more explanations or justifications

that are of no interest

to whoever had time wasted for.


I found myself again

In the middle of the night,

it visits like a bosom friend

in solemn silence!