Like every other fortnight

This morning, like every other fortnight
I found my clothes stained with blood
A jacket, a pair of jeans, a shirt and boots

This morning, like every other fortnight
a dark puddle of blood grows on the floor
from stained garments hanging among suites

The rest of my wardrobe shows no blight
except a jacket, pair of jeans, shirt and boots

Whitest sheets next to blood-stained clothes
I show not sign of blemish I am a coot

This morning, like every other fortnight
I have not a clue why or who
my coffee tastes like rust.



Photo Credit: Csutkaa

My Heart has Two Beats

My heart has two beats
and they are not in synchronicity
it is the day when they overlap
that I know I shall die

Por que uno se apresura
y el otro se alenta, uno
evita al otro, y uno
persigue al otro

It is when both die of
tiredness and boredom
they will capitulate
give up and surrender

I wish I could speak the tongue
of one of them
I with I could understand
the reasons of the other

Sólo hablo la lengua de uno
él otro sólo habla tristeza
y él otro avaricia
sólo entiendo la lengua avara.

Oxymoron

I will bring you freedom with the barrel of my gun, even if I have to kill you.

"could use military might to create free societies"

Paranoia

I am so paranoid I am afraid to say it.

Reincarnation

I believe in reincarnation
I believe I'm missing my pension
from a previous life