August 29, 2009
Still another poem Ernie and I wrote
Oh, Lord,
Direct their batting eyes!
Oh, Lord,
May he hit one!
Oh, Lord,
May he hit safely!
Oh, Lord,
May he hit
It out of the lot!
Oh, Lord,
May he drive it
Clean over the fence!
Oh, Lord,
May they not see it!
Oh, Lord,
Don’t let them even
Catch a glimpse of it!
Oh, Lord,
May they fan!
Oh, Lord,
What does fourteen
To nothing mean?
I don’t know
Anything about this game!
Another poem Ernie and I wrote
What did he fear?
It was not fear
Or dread
It was a nothing
That he knew
Too well
It was all a nothing
And a man
Was nothing too
It was only that
And light
Was all it needed
He knew
It all was nada
Y nada
Y pues nada...
A poem Ernest wrote
I am of those
Who like to stay
Late at the café
With all those
Who do not want
To go to bed
With all those
Who need a light
For the night.
August 22, 2009
Punishment
I´m beginning to panic
Just thinking about
when Immigration will ask you to go
If you leave
before I talk myself into sleep
And if you don´t cook
something for breakfast
Or if you don´t stop
flirting with the neighbors
Then I´ll never teach you how to do
the French,
the Spanish
or the Italian accent
Even if you ask me a thousand times.
Urgente
Tudo o que é importante:
Problemas de família
E contas a pagar
Amor e Dinheiro
Sexo e hospitais
Carros e anúncios
Acontecimentos
Que são notícias
Gente famosa
E ladrões de galinhas
Ações e feriados bancários
Livros, armas e leis;
Nada pode ser mais urgente
Do que ver você chegar...
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