I’ll let you know when I’m dead

Since I haven’t heard from you in a while

Busy, as you are, with your newfound love

Riding high on your accomplishments

And your fat pockets

How can you forget that

I imagine you’re too busy to notice

Other

Me, well

Almost everything around

Is rubble bones and blood

I’ll be joining the pile soon

To be sure

Nourished in heaven with manna

Not available to collective me

Here while alive

I thought about calling you

To see how you are

I’m not the only one suffering

Everyone in their own way

Silent or otherwise

Bombs or no bombs

Food or no food

Love or no love

To be true

Because my heart is bigger than yours

And I can only feel

sorrow  for your shallow

But  can not justify

You your

Ignorant violence

So we live together

In silence

They destroyed everything.
Our homes
Our hospitals
Our place of prayer
Holy Places
They murdered our children
Our Children

My mother lies
In part, in parts
Most of her hot vapor sprayed
Against the wall
Updating paintings
Soaking into the soft cushions

I’m in a tent
On vacation
Plenty of food
Like “Victory”
It’s within reach
A few more meters
A few more deaths

You’re in a tent
You say to me
Rent-free
I should be happy
And quiet
For the privilege I endure

You know in my wildest calculations
You’d be relentless in your attack
Direct
In public
In daylight
To watch
On the Big Screen
RealiTV
You’re in it

And now you’re a criminal, too
Bexause you witnessed it
Like Child Porn
And did nothing, but
Catch yourself in the act
Shame on you and
Everyone else too
You’re easy
You’re it
You brute

In Jerez
At this time of year
The air is rich with alcohol
From the bodegas
Where the casks breathe out
A steady current of alcohol vapors
from the casks of the bodegas
which saturates the intoxicating air
heavy and cool at this time of year

At this time of year
in Jerez de la Frontera
The air is rich with alcohol
that lays like a vapor dome
under the low winter cloud
above the saturated land
everyone is intoxicated

each breath a small sip
fino
each sip
amontillado
the corner of the lip splays up
oloroso
everyone is intoxicated
from the root
flamenco fino Jerez

The old man holding up the building
the police smiling in front of the ayuntamiento
The child walking next to its stroller
holding her mother’s hand
the doctor before probing you
they are all intoxicated
each small breath a sip
a homeopathic dose
of blessed alcohol

At this time of year
in the gran pueblo de Jerez de la Frontera
The air is thick with alcohol
stuck in a layer above the fertile earth
below a hovering layer of cloud
embedded in time
everyone intoxicated slightly
cruising the saturated air
in search of nowhere

Solea

En esta epoca del ano
el aire es fresco
en esta época del año
el aire es pesado
en esta época del año
En Jerez de la Frontera
el aire es intoxicante

En Jerez
En esta época del año
El aire es rico en alcohol
De las bodegas
Donde los barriles exhalan
Una corriente estable de vapores de alcohol
de los barriles de las bodegas
que satura el aire intoxicante
pesado y fresco en esta época del año

En esta época del año
En Jerez de la Frontera
El aire es rico en alcohol
que se encuentra como una cúpula de vapor
bajo la baja nube de invierno
por encima de la tierra saturada
Todos están intoxicados

Cada respiración de un pequeño sorbo
finos
cada sorbo
amontillado
la esquina del labio se extiende
oloroso
Todos están intoxicados
de la raíz
Flamenco Fino Jerez

El viejo sosteniendo el edificio
la policía sonriendo frente al ayuntamiento
El niño caminando al lado de su cochecito
sosteniendo la mano de su madre
el médico antes de sondearlo
Todos están intoxicados
cada aliento pequeño un sorbo
una dosis homeopática
de bendito alcohol

En esta época del año
En el Gran Pueblo de Jerez de la Frontera
El aire está lleno de alcohol
atascado en una capa sobre la tierra fértil
Debajo de una capa de nubes que se cierne
incrustado en el tiempo
todos intoxicados ligeramente
navegar por el aire saturado
En busca de ninguna parte