The snow

Slowly snow descends
in flakes of isolated loneliness
packs of snow lazyly flutter down
in flakes of astonishing monotony

Snow collects an airy carpet
sceaming to be soiled
in foot steps of moonlike allure
my print will never fade
a least not for the first hour until a stubborn
snow shower denies my presence and existence

The snow irksomely crackles  under my weight
the unique sound of my importance
I feel lucky in in  winterwonderland
that I hastily admire behind double glass

 

 

I leave the exploring to my tomcat

which walks as a Spanish pink flamingo

paws highly elevated for not sinking

in the swamp f winter drabness

 



Tush

 

Cornet's tush is a sight for sore eyes
beautiful hinie, sunburnt coastwise
hopping flirtatious
stealing eye anxious
no tennis countess of chasteness

My ex

My ex, my former best friend is getting a divorce
the girl, with whom I exchange emails and chat
the girl, with whom I electronically date
but also the girl, who I see only one time a year
despite our constant chirping on social media

Am I a bad person when I'm happy
if I hope to see her more again
that I can comfort her and can laugh again
to pick up where we once left it

Jealousy is a strange vermin
it crawls up your spine like an ant

clearly to be felt, impossible to ignore
as a thundercloud which wipes out your rationality

 

 

Often I hoped that her relation would falter

due to irreconcilable differences

culture shock to the limit

now that it has happened, I feel vaguely guilty

 

 

What is an acceptable period to ask her out

to make her laugh

I wait, clearly, without despairing

but not too long, otherwise she's snatched away

 

Queen Fabby and fons pereos

The latest refreshing news from Laken @ the Belgian palace reveals that
the monarchy, personified by a sour old widow,
have cared about the fate of the impoverished Spanish
nobility and have sponsored, by means of a foundation,
catholic blue bloods of social prominence.



The Van Saksen-Coburgs (=royal family), by means of a permanent
blood transfusion directly tapping the life vein
of society, have transferred their dotated bank account
to a foundation, simply put the quintessence
of moral decay.

The veil of perfection, the fog of royal infallibility
has been lifted by an unexpected soaking wet
rainstorm from the Gulf of Biscay,
the principle of neutrality has been demolished
by a king, who acts more and more as
the Walloon personification of the Cali Cartel.

The Belgian monarchy is a collection of upstarts,
 who earned their promotion without clear grounds or qualities,
which have impoverished Belgium for years, and which place
the destiny of the family above national interest,
not hindered by the occurence of any form of intelligence.

The upcoming crown prince, prince Phillippe,
is the harrowing example of a nobel Gaston Lagaffe,
who better doesn't do any interviews, unless for the sheer
entertainment of his citizens, the
stiff middle class mentality, wich is synonimous with
his excellence, is so offensive, that his naturel is best
compared with that of a hippo in a ballet class
who tries to overthrow king Arthur or to impeach
Clinton for having fun.

The king still serves a purpose, i.e. to cement
the mishappen country of Belgium and to secure
the financial transfers from Flanders to the Walloon part,
if this purpose has been served
the Walloon and Brussels bourgeoisie will
drop him like a hot potato, like the French
have dropped Depardieu and Arnauld, what
purpose serve hypocritical taxevading cartels
to a country, which feel superior above
the rest, unless you are a top politician
who still aspires to bcome nobility.

 

Midas limerick

Dark times, empregnated faith begot
difficult times, moldered soulrot
where is courage now
for which I pay chow
was I only Midas, I ask God

The night shop

At night, when darkness chases affection
when you're alone with your loniest thoughts
when you crave for that last cigarette
there's only one place where the owls and bats gather

Brightly lit up, with suspicious goods highly stacked
refuge for the thirsty alcoholic
a safe haven for he nicotin addict
you're always open, for a last necessarry errand

Every shop is mutual exchangeable,where you always
can be served in lousy English for your last beer,
a local version of the SimpsonsApu aides you
for a price equivalent to his hours

Where Pakistan and India are no longer distant neighbors,
where I once fell in love with a quiet blindingly
beautiful Indian woman who put the unattainability
of an impossible love into perspective

In my nightly hour I embrace you benefactions,
where I spent many a $ to see your magnificent
pearly white teeth in a delicately balanced
coutenance of dark complexion, still I look too longing towards a sarong