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Zero
[not Zoro, for they have almost nothing in common]

There’s a man we all know
and he knows about cookies,
he knows about death and denial and lightnings.

He knows how to talk, and he knows how to lie,
he knows he won’t die of plain pain – neither vain,
he won’t sit down and die like these elves
in the tales full of fairies and glory.

He’s a man of great strength,
he got rid, years ago, of self-pity,
and he sheds not a tear,
he knows all about clouds and their lining.

He knows all about hormones
[how the brain is a show
of electrical brilliance],
he knows walking is good,
knows about comfort food
and he knows all the tricks
of humanity’s desparate millions.

Still,
there are days like this day,
dry of sound,
dry of all that has meaning,
when he wishes he‘d cry
useless tears,
when he wishes he could
still deny
all that is
with a teenager’s passion for freedom.

He dances and dances
and he knows that the wind will
blow restless,
he knows that his mood
has a great lot to do
with the weather,
with sex,
with his good-natured x
whom he dumbed for the best,
for a luminous actress –
but he doesn’t know, really,
how to use all this strength,
all this knowledge which leads
to no revelation,
to no fancy or magnificent meaning,
and all he can do is just listen to them,
while pretending to pray

...and they always say:
“Well, you can still, of course, dream about flying.”

-

26-9-2006, Derby, UK.

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Guess what

So,
you want me to write
about zeroes and ones,
about filthy, fanged streets
full of quitters and I-don’t-give-a-fuckers;

you want me to cling to my pen
and in shame represent
the next gen,
full of angry, vain, false ‘nothing matters’?

Well,
I’ll be me instead:
I’m the girl who can tell
who is worthy of her care
by the smell of their mothers’ clothes softener –
I’m the girl who sees people’s
invisible wings,
[I can also see halos,
soft paws,
and Rossetti’s muse living and breathing]
and, guess what,
you won’t like me,
[and neither I you]
‘cause I thrive in a world that beams meaning,
and we’ll gladly part ways;

there are numerous people out there
who can always safekeep you from dreaming.

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27-9-2006, Derby, UK.