GIRLS INTHE TENNIS COURT
The short skirt
Hovers up
Eyes perceive
On the lingerie
The dark future
Behind.
Pondering over the
Luscious breasts
They’ll taste
Of cooked meat.
The exposed thighs
Like the shapes made of
Sandstorms in the desert
Become the feast.
Don’t want to see anymore.
No curiosities left.
Women, no longer a surprise.
Nudity isn’t a topic of discussion.
NO MORE NUDITY
Fetid naked earth.
Open,paranoic sky.
Caustic privates of rivers.
Unfold rotten seas.
Baked barren hills.
Undraped wailing trees.
Ravished wounded forests.
sit,
Click the mouse,
Hack internet nudism,
Until dead soil exposed.
No erection.
Nothing.
About Candles (Senryu)
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Burnt out candle
But the wicker still flickers
The night is endless.
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Perfumed boudoir
She sees the candle’s flame
Dreams re-remembered.
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Amongst lit candles
She waits for her lover
Dinner has gone cold.
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He reads by candlelight
Didn’t pay the electric bill
No TV tonight.
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Snowy winter night
Warms her hands over candlelight
Hardship lacks romance.
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From Tasmania with Love
The wind is a whisper, bell hard evergreen leaves
softly clank as shifting light caresses the landscape.
I saw a film clip of the last Tasmanian tiger, the film
was shot in 1936, the beast looked like a striped,
dog and it has now disappeared into the landscape
of dreams. But wait! A stirring amongst the bushes,
a golden streaked animal is watching me and it isn’t
a pussy cat. The sky darkens, light temporarily fades,
there is a deep silence, birds have stopped singing.
Portugal is very far from Tasmania, but I know what
I saw, or was it a sunbeam dancing on yellow straw?
The news has said it’s getting better,
But who on Earth believes in it?
Now, when all dreams are bound to shatter,
I laugh at such a lame deceit.
And I don’t care this place is dying
Beneath my own fallen sky.
It is your life that I’m denying,
As you have taken mine awry.
I tell myself that spring is near,
But April never comes alone.
It takes me back to vanished years,
It brings the memories, once gone.
My hopes are buried in despair,
As sleeplessness has made me think.
And thoughts do always lead right where
The truth is dwelling. Chances shrink.
I’ve drawn a land of endless silence,
But certainly, I’ve failed to flee.
This place of never-ending violence
Will kill me, won’t lose touch with me.
The laws of heart are my salvation,
Yet I can never get enough
Of unforgettable sensations.
I’m still alive just due to love.