For you

Unborn yet

Who will try in vain

In a third class school

To memorize

The formula that tells all

About echoes and waves

And how light propagates

Across horizons
And time & space

Are these five raised up

Because I’m afraid of

The horrible future beehives

And I’ve always thought

That our reality is light delimited

And that there must be

A lot of living things

Sensible to a wider range

Of temptations

So please friend

Have a lot in my name

Below a swallows crowded

Normal yellow sunset

Today I had a lot

Of beer & rum

With the people

Who’s in charge

None of us

Have to think

About feathers

In a fried chicken plate

They thought me that

Writers and the people

Who shovels chicken shit

Needs to drink a lot

And I’ve agreed with them

VABM March 2, 2010