I Shot Them All

Lebanese House In The Mountains - Lebanon

Could have been the kids
playing in the street
or the grocery store
two blocks away
or the birds chirping at my window
what birds?
there are no birds at my window
I fell asleep
molding my pillow
I dreamt
of oceans of sand
waves crashed and swept me off
my wristwatch fell into the sand
I couldn’t get it back
the waves calmed down
but a whirlpool ahead
worked its way towards me
I opened my eyes
and I saw it was him
he came in with tea
I’ve slept for centuries
but everything seems fine
the kids are playing
the store is open
and the birds at my window
what birds?
there are no birds at my window


Last Call

Resting on the pavement –
A cigarette and enough time
to look at a star up high,
the brightest;
a radiant fireball dripping splendor,
an omen.

Perhaps I should go into this bar…
This binge started at some other bar, I’m sure.

I’m spinning on the bar stool, nauseous,
looking around.

Two wine glasses dreaming of eternity;
a couple of tequila shots living carpe diem;
twin beer pints promising never to tell;
and, amid the racket, my tears.

The star’s a pale complexion with vivacious features,
with pronounced charms and grace,
and with a stare,
a stare that could divert Cupid’s arrow

She gets up – supple waist –
And comes my way.
A swarm of pelicans take flight inside of me.
She stands before me.
Venus holds my hand,
opens her mouth…
Nothing comes out and I understand it all.