Crows In Kyiv

His whole life was predetermined 

those crows in a Kyiv park

had already happened in a story

written by the past

to satisfy the future and its needs

that time we made love

in that hotel without permission 

the God everyone worshipped 

so madly for so very long

had been planned 

and from the onset

right now my dog is barking

with joy in the backyard

just like it was predetermined 

before even time existed

a story that was self written

 Hey,Guys, I Wrote A Killer Haiku

Ahora estoy tan feliz

amorsito, te tengo en mi veliz

packing my love away

 Dog And Guagua

Brilliant dog walking past a Cuban street

the trash led by a swami of disaster

guaguas rare as an iguana

in the hands of a revolutionary poet

this must be what’s left of Ozymandias

and his empire as I sweat

and know that Castro did a diservice

still proud in his grave not knowing

and his brother carries on

brandishing the island to the bitter end

 After The Night Dances by Sylvia Plath

A smile fell in your ass.

Irretrievable!

 The Gulf Of The Naked Melania

My Old School

(for my high school friends, Bruce, Diann, Joan and Thistle)

I’m never going back to my old school

it got torn down to make room for the future

the clock tower ran out of time

they tore down the flag pole, traitors

they knocked down the gym where it was

torture climbing the rope up to the ceiling

well, I’ll give them that one!

they put up freaking tennis courts

where we lit up the town

with the homecoming bonfire

they leveled the art room

new flash: they leveled the journalism room

 

they got no class at all

all those times I got expelled for nothing

 

they tore down my past

I’m never going back to my old school

Gaza

They are made of blood in Gaza

their houses are bombed

their children are bombed

their hospitals are bombed

the UN workers are bombed

they are made of blood in Gaza

it’s there on the street for all to see