28 Hours

Passionless, emotionless
Like playing a chess
With our noses
And underdeveloped god.
I don't need your nod
To point to my direction.
Yes, my ATM heart
Is open all night long.
28 hours.
It accepts all sorts of cards,
Always short on satisfaction.
And
In the reflection of my lenses
I see you joggling with my PIN number,
The howling senses.
As you see me, crossing
The rivers swallowing their bridges,
Screaming: one mo' time!!!
I shiver like a hibernating beginning
And
Fast, evading love.

Motel in Pennsylvania, January 1998

ICARUS' BLUES

And
That night I did taste Death
In my saliva
When I was landing
On an incredibly innocent earth.

Thousand points of light
Announced
The birth of a new joy
While
My hands finally free of fingers
Gently followed
My plunging path.

San Francisco, August 1992