TV Christmas

TV. Christmas

TV channels are going mad in their hunt for happy

Christmas tales,  they have visited bald children

in cancer wards, giving away presents, which seem

to me to please the giver more than the receiver.

Interviews with parents whose children soon will be

dead, they try not to cry – for the children´s sake-

and there is jollity wrappers hiding unbearable

anguish. Today the dark side of the moon is not visible

it will be tomorrow though, but then our compassion

is exhausted by too much reality.        

christmas day

Christmas Day

Christmas day no ships anchored in the bay which

has crested waves that turn into cream like spray

when reaching sandy shores.  

The crew  wouldn´t have minded that so much,

as it is they are on ships that rolls and pitches

endlessly in the Atlantic sea waiting for Yule to be

over when normal trading begins.

To day there are no revolts in Africa, and there is no

war in Syria, because bad news has been suspended,

but there is a movie about a carpenter trainee who

became a preacher, but since I have seen the film before

I will go for a walk and try not to think of seafarers´ lack of

sleep, or poverty that hides in the nooks of Cascais, a town

 famous only because a king once spent a summer there,

the footballer

The Famous Footballer

There is a great sorrow over Portugal a dark cloud

of tears, the great footballer Eusebio has died.

All the great and mighty in the Portuguese society

 tell of their friendship with him, even the president

came out of his shell and declared three days wake.

 When the great Nobel prize winner of literature

Jose  Saramago died his departure hardly registered in

the papers...ok. So he wrote novels, big deal.         

Eusebio da Silva born in Mozambique son of a railway

worker, was a friendly man, just the type of black man

white people like to patronize. Sadly there is a political

angle in this out pouring of grief, Mozambique is rich

and Portuguese industry needs their minerals and oil.

Spilling of tears can be advantageous  

   

the bay today

The Bay Today

The bay is green today like grassland a spring day

moments before it´s invaded by cattle and cowboys

with six shooters full of dust.

Yesterday a tsunami struck filled houses with icy

water, to day shopping is free you can buy whatever

you desire but Persian carpets are water damaged.

Angry water is brown as a hord of stampede cattle

unthinking just moving forward unaware of death

and its own impending destruction.

Friendly and soft the bay is today, like a milk carton

cow painted green to better be seen on supermarkets

shelves that also have blueberry yogurt on display.

A, this inlet forever trying to be apart from the sea,

yet cannot stop a storm from  spitting foam.

the question of faith

 The Question of Faith

If al-Qaida likes to talk to me they can do through

face-book as I’m too old to be a recruit to this splendid 

group who wants the western people out of the middle east.

They see us as colonizers  from Mars taking their land,

 teaching things they don´t want to learn such as bought

democracy. For Arabs which have adopted the strange

cult of Christianity I feel truly sorry, when we take our

chattel and go back to Mars we have to take these lost

people with us as they have no raft for them on

the Moslem sea. There is a thing I want to ask al-Qaida

and fundamentalists worldwide why is it that you religious

people are so fond of killing us who do not share your

violent god, but prefer to believe in the goodness of man.  

sonata

Sonata

It was about noon and I had nothing to do, I had not written

anything for a week, no since my girlfriend left me, had deadline

an article for a magazine, they wanted something about sharks,

 like I should know, I had a pint of lager in a bar while reading

the papers; and another one, perhaps more while thinking about

sharks, my girlfriend and the deadline. I walked to the library to

Read about sharks-.But they wouldn´t let me in said I was drunk.

Please let me in I´ve to read about sharks; piercing library silence.

 In the park I made notes about sharks trying to remember if I once

saw shark fins while swimming in the sea off the coast of Trinidad,

but I kept thinking of my girlfriend, so I picked some flowers for her

and was promptly arrested. My editor was nice about me faulting

the deadline and published an article I had written about Russian

wolves, like wolves should know if they are Russians or not.

the miner

The Miner

Mining dust in outer space exploited planets full of

Holes and an eerie day, workers on strike.

10% ok, but nothing to spend money on except

in the company store

The workmen´s shuttle has broken down it will take

two years before a new one arrives with shuttle full of

whores, which are a long wait for anyone to suffer.

Long trek worker, been away for ten years now, children

moved away, wife has a lover.

But he has enough money to buy a car that needs no fuel,

the neighbours envy him tell him how terrible life was in

the years he was away...lucky guy waiting for the shuttle to  

take him back to wishful thinking.