Morning Mourning

הספד

I get dressed and I go out. Into the world, into the light,
onto the long and narrow bridge that is the city's sidewalk.
But the light is too pale or too yellow; but the people are
like meatballs floating in a soup - the men dull knives, the
women sore sp

There Is A Woman In The Other Room

אורבני

It was my third or fourth night in that renegade mouse-trap
dimension and the silence was starting to make me wish for
that nice chaffing sound a razor makes across a vein.

Amir Azmon is not a person

ביקורת

If it is sensible for hearts to beat
and common - why then his heart does beat,
but not too much.

A silent love song

There is no more ancient trade, freedom for a wife.
Camels for the tent.
A sword for a bed.
Nomad legs for roots.
Armor for Armor.
Clay for clay.

Beautiful People Never Write Poetry

ארספואטיקה

They never admit that under their
clear smooth surfaces, something cold boils
or that fear and anger dine
beyond pale blue eyes.

Chimera

ארספואטיקה

Love is a familiar Chimera:
The head, the hands, the body of a woman
the words & soul are of a poet.

Concerto for nightfall and solitude

בדידות

A plane is landing,
Its wheels will kiss the ground.
We do not kiss.

Extent

בדידות

To what extent can we really touch other's Lives?

What,
More
Or Less,
Or Else
Can I do,

But send out Vacant words...

Friday night and not knowing
who you love

Running eyes, looking for the moon
and the woman underneath it.
You always see her when she has
someone else in her eyes.

Lost

בלדה

The people of this coffee-shop, on top of their folded
newspapers, they speak, with envy in their eyes, of a man
who once went lost among the rose bushes.

Prayer

We smashed another dream tonight, I can't quite recall which
one. I think it was not to speak in riddles. Speak in love,
please speak to me in love. I need your words more than you
do I'll give you mine in return please speak.

Simple Song

אהבה

Endless forms of life, Unfathomable
Numbers of beings,
Among countless dots
Of waning heavenly light,
In the lengthening Tango of birth
And death.

That Many Women

אהבה

There really aren't that many women in a poet's life
that are worth a line.

The benefit of having a heart

I am a cold man

Tock

I deliver all your babies to their graves.
I make deserts your dreams.
I provide blindfolds for your empty sockets.
I sell shackels for both mind and body.

Weakness

Oh when will mother bird come and save me? I have tried
again to fly without wings. I may fail time after time, but
someday greater, wondrous wings shall grow out of my pain.

Whatever Morning

Whatever morning dawns upon this land,
be it stained with blood or laced with gold,
I pray it finds you still with me.

the pumpkin patch

אינטרוספקטיבי

A man wakes up in a pumpkin patch,
and all his friends are pumpkins.
His true love is a black black crow
and far away she flew.

שירי הפנקס הצהוב

קובץ שירים

Let life not be a chase
For what is written on the last page

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6.12

אינטרוספקטיבי

Kind of this dimension to offer me a face and a form, things
to be so plastically undisturbed by doubts and dreams. And
these dreams, so strangely leading down a path of
personhood, through great ephermal swamps, So the existing
are oblivious and oblivion

Remember

אהבה

A turning point, in life. A crossroad for sadness &
happiness. Shadows in the mumbling night. Eyes knowing
sorrow, eyes knowing death, goodbye and love-lost.
How may we be repaired?

Sunday

יומן

Looking for a woman looking for a man a cat a Jewish mother,
food, love, sex a tear to shed a moment to die and be
remembered. Scientists working day & night to stop the
sounds made by breaking hearts around the world.

What can we Do?

קונספירציה

The ceaseless workings of the dynamo of civilization. Its
factories throwing up the fabric of our life like thick
brown smoke. And the stars above creaking in their grooves
in the sad machinery of night.