The tryst of the desert flower and the midday sun

like
the desert sun
i shall
hang myself
on
the afternoon
sky
where
shall i
burn
the petals
of
your cheeks
and wonder
why
despite
such
radiant heat
you
still
fail
to burn

this aint finished yet..

"Fragment"



we are fragments you and i
that has scattered from broken window panes
along with a thousand other smaller fragments
forgotten in time
unsung by bards

but until the time is ripe
we remain no better than dust
on the marble floor

we were one before you and i
painted, unbroken

I am the little prince

"I am the little prince"
by paolo macariola


little princes watch trains of skylights
to be reminded of pain
from flowers that grow on barren planets
kept under crystal domes

now i shall be one of such little princes
travelling planets
one yard at a time

these planets
are caught inside the four corners
of my musky room
where wild animals of thought
wander through broad daylight
or shadow

here in the galaxies of my private universe
i shall wonder at simple marvels
such as the growing of petals
from every consonant formed

dropping from song

and just like a little prince
await dreams of crystal domes
pleased by the warmth of my palms

just behind the baobab trees
i have kept in my closet a lifetime ago

Spaces

"Spaces"
by paolo macariola


i have come to know spaces

as the unfilling of weights

or sometimes as the simple lack of object

or existence

such spaces exist between stars and planets

continents and stones

life and breath

my space of breath

is wide only when the space

beside me is full

and now as i struggle to breathe

i find the space besides me

a space still....

sattelites

i wrote this thinking of my girlfriends soon departure to cambodia (again)
i hope it wont be long before she comes back

"Sattelites"
by paolo macariola


counting the sattelites amongst the stars
i recount the brightness of the moon
soaked in warm silver
just before you leave

let me first cower into the darkness
with a handfull of memories

depart with my lines
for tonight shall i count the sattelites
sworn by the secrecy of lips, of skin
alone

there i would feel
the perfect loneliness

but
let me first cower into the darkness
with a handfull of memories
under the secrecy of sattelites
alone

Forever in silence pt.2

we spent forever in silence
once more
meanigless still
like dead heartbeats

trampling graves
of deaf and mutes
we fall to pieces
in everlasting nightfall

we remain meaningless
within our own caskets
soundless like the abyss
apart

Drunken Creed

"Drunken creed"

i believe in gods
the gods almighty
hailing from olympus,
india and sometimes heaven
sometimes fat and pot bellied,
wielding a flash of lightning
or nailed on the cross
i believe in the creation of heaven and earth
from the sweat of a primordial cow,
from the thigh of a titan
all before the seventh day
for that day is when
they watch their own humans
on a large t.v.
eating heaven popcorn, drinking beer,
cursing and laughing at us as we nail ourselves
to our own crosses, engage in holy wars and bathe in sacred rivers
mysterious as filth.
in between our shows
are commercials that show
who goes to whom.
leaving each god
only a handful of souls.
so i dont wonder anymore
why gods are always drunk on sundays
yet i dare not ridicule them
or their drunkenness
I believe in gods