Always

I would like to live different lives in distant lands. I would like to die another person beneath unknown flags. I would like to be acclaimed emperor in another time (a time better simply because it is not today), that appears to me in shimmering colours, amongst unknown sphinxes. I want anything that makes the person I am seem ridiculous just because it does make what I am seem ridiculous. I want, I want... But there is always the sun when the sun shines and the night when the night falls. There's always grief when grief affects us and dreams when dreams cradle us. There is always what there is and never what there should be, not because it's better or worse, but because it's other. There's always...

Fernano Pessoa - The Book of Disquet, 2.11.1933

the cherub

her mother was to be a nun, her father was a satanist.
they grew up together in the sin of their sins in a house on a hill in cottage country with a graveyard in the back and a former mortuary living room - old doctor's house.
her pearl skin flushes red after one glass of white wine, she is sweet and mild beloved like her tea and cake, eyes wide.

divine balance, this one; incarnate of our modern love, beatified in china cups.

the baby boy

needs
demands
takes
cries
sits
pisses on walls
eats
wastes
his mouth open
hands closed
but to grab
take
need
demand
thankless child
covers only
himself
he needs
takes
demands
need
take
nothing else
from this
gross
gracious
sickening
generosity
undeserved
revoked
for such
continuous
impoliteness
disrespect
of what's required
beyond
his need
his demand
himself
closed hands
cast eyes
dull heart
as his shadow
seeps into
us all
through this crack