Packing the van

 He happened on the car, She was still packing it.
For her holiday.
The flight attendents in light turqoise uniforms.
Their stylish shoes making crushing sounds over the gravel parking lot.

Were they there to help.
Or just compare the skills of a great housewife.
To their own capacity to pack an area with baggage.
They came out semi smiling and professional.

These hostesses lost their flight decades ago.
Now we see them rummaging around carparks in the wider state area.
Like homeless deer, Or deer without a forest for animated cartoonish cultureless brains
Packing and unpacking people's items into cars probono.

Planting apricots

 On the land I planted apricots
In Portuguese they are called damascos
Like the city in Syria
A place where they were once traded apricots

The grassy expanses house those little shrubs
thick and water thirsty
dried grass seed heads limp and brown
fresh new shoots near the base

I pulled it out in clumps
Dug through the shallow silt
Into the deep rude clay
poured soils bark and sand

Then I poured water from a jug
I blessed the roots
Capilliaries became thick underground arms
And every year I was honored with a harvest

When you gotta go, you gotta go...

 While the trip was being planned my bladder troubled me.
I needed to pee quick and there was nowhere or nothing to pee into.
So I grabbed a construction helmet and while noone was looking I peed.
I moved the rest of my gear to the car which was open.
To my relief the poeple standing around it were water works staff.
I went back into the cafe to get my wife and the rest of the stuff.
The scene was awkward a man had put the hat on,

Urine running down his face, none of that previous pride.
I pretended not to see as I picked up the rucksack.
The yellow liquid drip dropped onto his jeans.
He was too affected by the whole thing to even move.
He got out his packet of camels and attempted to light one.
in a kind of nostalgic shit happens kind a way.
But a yellow drop the helmet put the ember out.

I think I enjoyed the experience as much as he did.
Not very much.

The stray cat jumped through the window

 The creature came in and lay on me.
At first I thought it was something wild and sinister.
Then i could feel it's form and notice it was just a housecat.
It was an abandoned animal looking for home.

Once exposed to things it didn't want to live through.
Now seeking a protector through me.
But could I do the job well.
Would I be patient?

The cat looked up from the bed and became human.
Dark hair and eyes and seeking comfort.
Seeking a sense of human warmth.
all that was left was to snuggle.

Trump's bioenergetics

 Donald trumps lips and face.
People say he is an extrovert,
but those lips have become tighter.
Compounding through Epstein stress.

The voicebox louder.
The charm begs tweaking.
The comb-over pheno greeked.
The glare says stay out!

The vocal cord pulses into the narcissism,
but another cord pulses into approval seeking.
He began the seductor, and ended a provoker.
The inner trump a villian unknown.

The outer trump a hero.
One checking on the other.
Nosy brothers
and personal altercations.

A man who doesn't know what he truly wants.
But tells himself he does through the indulgence.
The indulgence of food and luxury.
The indulgence in women and sex.

The inner trump lost in the ocean of deviated desires.
The outer trump all focus all machinery for calculated soundbites.
For news theater that echoes through languages and channels.
America needed an Icon and Netan-yahoo needed a puppet.

Ghosts and admirers

 She started giving those classes upstairs
All the most popular gym goers went
The grace of a choreography
While I stayed on the first floor old machinery

Learning from ghosts and admirers
So far from my reach
No way of making connection
Just glances from so far off

every exercise building oneself up
Sculpting oneself rounded
The heart beats and sweat falls
the way they all move in unison

I the observer just an admirer
Just a ghost with the weights on myself
I wish feelings would just go stale
as they seem to come and go in others

But they intensify like addrenaline
infecting the organs and the brain

hatyārā bāgh

 I see the tiger almost half a ton of killing power
It looks at me first as prey then as it's friend
We race up and down the ragged hills
Time has gone and it could devour me at any moment

I chase it and it chases me
It is so majestic just too deadly
It's very presence wakes the primal inside me
My bones and muscles scream

I want to have the strength of it
I want to move like it
I want to stalk other creatures
I want that killing power

It races up the slope and I struggle to keep pace
It's markings are an ancient alphabet
It's eyes are flames and it's claws are swords
Will it tear me apart?

Fangs into the jugular and pulsing blood out
Until I die
But I don't die, I stand 
I chuff! I Growl...