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!