passages
January 27, 2009 at 11:20 pm (encounters, prose, questions, thoughts, wishes)
sometimes words are not enough. and I have a camera which I rarely use . glimpsing at me from the shelf , golden wink next to Oscar wild, laying there , where I let it create its own imaginary encounters with all the sights she would like to capture. looking outside the window she see in the morning the Brazilian gardener cutting the grass and cleaning the naughty leafs who are fainting on the loan after a windy night. while holding the big bag with all the pieces he picked and a note between them I dropped from my bag rushing home, with the details of your train arrival and some drizzling thoughts passing through my head on the central line. he is watching the beautiful polish girl who works at parade, the bistro down the road, her hair tight to her head , he wishes to blow some of the wind of last night and feel its sliding at her perfect neck. but he wouldn’t dare , he watches her passing by like a fragile leaf separated from his partying friends, moving her thin shade down George lane , holding her big black bag to cover her fears from the wind she feels suddenly. she is not legal yet and waits for the paper that will make her feel safe at last. she is running to the restaurant where the day will pass and customers with lust to a good lunch deal and to her blue eyes will ask her to belong to them for 6.99. she will kindly demand from them to be patient while she fixes them a drink. Handing him his cold beer, drops of water slide from the glass to his hand and they sweat silently, at this moment of pure intimacy only a waitress and a loyal customer can have. she hands him another serviette and he smiles his blessed gift while his partner asks him to forgive her as she has to go for a moment to the toilet. passing the back table she sends a short gesture of warm eyes to the man from the back table who were looking at her since they entered the restaurant. he sees her once in a while in those lunch specials and admires her feminine walk and the fact she got the man he always wanted to be . entering the toilet , she looks at the mirror , a wrinkle of sadness encounters her eyes. is it because her husband smile is bigger when their favourite waitress hands him his drink?. is it because she is tired of being admired by strangers? . she washes her hands and correct her soft black hair behind her ears . coming out she ask him for his name . Joe he replies . ” can we ask you to join our table please Joe , we seem to know each other already, she say with confident of woman who faced wrinkles. the waitress asks him if he wishes to have another drink and smile knowing her tips will be bigger today. On the sidewalk a little girl is passing holding her fathers hand while he chat with the couple who sit on the table outside , she looks inside wondering if she will ever be as beautiful as the woman who sits there with the 2 men. she grabs her father hand tighter . and her eyes are turned to the sight of teenagers who never want to grow up while crossing the road not looking at the cars crossing to Sainsbur’s curve. passing her and her dad and the couple who sits in the table outside looking at the couple with the new friend, full of lust to the beautiful Blondie waitress, crossing again to the other side of the road entering George where the Brazilian gardner takes his break in 3.99 , reading my note he picked an hour ago knowing My secrets are worth reading.
more furniture
January 27, 2009 at 1:35 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
and that empty chair, is still waiting for you.
hold your crown, while you pass the narrow path to it.
I have planted furniture and riddles on its course.
you will govern me when solving them at last.
furnitures
January 24, 2009 at 7:13 pm (encounters, phone encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
you build a new wardrobe
telling me what its called in Hebrew. Aron.
my arms around your shoulders
feeling the strength of a man holding a hammer.
you build a table too
4 legs and a top. shoolchan.
my arms sliding to your chest,
where a heart is beating faster to my voice.
you bulid a whole new world
from Swedish wood and biblical phrases
my arms are searching for your grip
taking me to share your lust in bed. Mita.
tall windows
January 22, 2009 at 4:51 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
and throughout that french tall window I can see us
walking in the small garden underneath, locked between high buildings
of different charachters and memories
You hold my hand as you never left it when its cold
and smiled at me when telling once upon a time
Jacque Brel lived in the forth floor of another tall window nearby
overlooking the same little garden when crossed
by a lady with a purple scarf and a man
with parisian eyes in the spring
peacok
January 9, 2009 at 11:22 am (encounters, poems, thoughts)
I dream of you last night.
your beard was a peacock’s tail
shining in blue and green and vanity,
spreading it’s full length when my eyes were meeting yours,
overshadowing the glow of your smile,
calling me to pick one feather,
Ill scratch your back with.
AM
January 8, 2009 at 2:41 am (encounters, questions, thoughts, wishes)
after midnight I normally sleep. but you left me with a bite and a thought
I lived with them for 2 hours and than looked at your fading image into a dream
your kindness and love asking me for a second chance.
I couldnt hold them softly, comfort my body, tired with their honesty.
they scratched my hand who rather holds a pen than your manhood.
I will wake up soon again to another day of regrets and missing hopes
but Ill leave you a well written note asking you to consider us again.
not so simple, anymore
January 5, 2009 at 11:18 pm (encounters, questions, thoughts)
its not so simple to wake up and find out that you gave up on a ticket back home cause you have too much work in doing advocacy to your home which you have not visited for 4 months
its not so simple to wake up and find out that the other half of the bed is empty, cause you cant compromise on who will sleep in it.
its not so simple to wake up and find out that you go out to a street that is covered with ice and smells frost ,when pictures from your face book shows people breathing sun and warmth
its not so simple to wake up and find out your mom had left you a massage that is ok you didnt come to your nephew’s brith . its just that they would all be happy to see me again. its not so easy to wake up and find out you inherited her guilty concience and her heavy thighs.
its not so simple to wake up and find the left overs of an indian curry as it was more simple to cook it 5 minutes of waiting in a local indian joint .
its not so simple to wake up and find out in Hebrew that 5 children died and you don’t know who to cry with anymore , cause your tears are dry in the morning . its at night that I cry a lot more.
its not so simple to wake up and find out your wrinkles don’t disappear after 5 minutes in the bath, and that you don’t know if they are there because of the curry before sleep or because of the tears or because of yesterdays news or because he didn’t stay to sleep with you
its not so simple anymore. and I dont need anymore challenges for a while
not so simple, more
January 4, 2009 at 8:38 pm (encounters, introduction, poems, questions, thoughts)
nothing is simple anymore
to fall in love with a man so much that I’m willing to give up on my comfortable shoes
to fall in love with a man so much than I’m willing to give up on my comfortable language
to fall in love with a man so much than I’m willing to give up on my comfortable selfishness
nothing is simple anymore
to turn on the tv and to watch soldiers playing hate soduku. 2 missles + 3 rockets are 20 bodies, but who counts?
to turn on the tv and to watch mothers playing hate bridge. 2 aces + 3 hearts are 20 dummies but who counts ?
to turn on the tv and to watch terrorists playing with life. 2 lands + 3 religions are 20 wars , but who counts ?
nothing is simple anymore
to wake up in the morning and to find new wrinkles laying on my forehead . you like them but I don’t
to wake up in the morning and to find new fears scratching my neck. you face them but I don’t
to wake up in the morning and to find new voices singing in my head . you hear them but I don’t
not so simple
January 4, 2009 at 2:52 pm (encounters, introduction)
nothing is simple anymore. Ill explain when returning home to a warm keyboard. my fingers hurt from the need to release their words on paper.
I dont have a pencil with me . Ill write more when bacl
simple
January 3, 2009 at 3:57 pm (introduction, poems, questions, thoughts, wishes)
its no so simple to describe simple
but I try.
a bird’s flight
a blanket wrap.
the scent of the weekend ,
a splash of water.
affection,
sand paper,
a bell clinging in the wind.
my desires
my attempts
falling
January 2, 2009 at 11:26 pm (encounters, poems, questions, thoughts)
They fall around us,
walls and rockets and beliefs and hopes.
they fall around them
hitting innocent thoughts and cruel intentions.
they fall around me
windows and missiles and statements and faults.
they fall around you,
covering true dilemmas and blurry odds.
Its time
January 2, 2009 at 1:28 pm (encounters, poems, thoughts, wishes)
its time to bond you all together. my thoughts, my lovers, my words, my desires.
its time to gather you all in one trusting k not . my fears, my wishes, my shoes, my dishes .
its time to encounter you to one another. my Hebrew, my English my French, my Gibberish.
