The echo of ego

 There´s an echo in this room
My voice bounces back to me
hitting on the wall
It´s a conversation
A void, an attempt at exchange

My words pour out 
across the wooden floor
strings to the ceiling
can I admire my own voice
As it kicks about as noise

I could do with an ear
Not attached to me
but another human being
to capture a gram of my sense
To taste it as oddity yet soon after as commodity

Yet I am here revising my utterances
as they converge returning to my own ears
A boiling soup of my own concoction
splattering up and falling right back into itself
Yet I must flavor it all so that mouth could be ear
and I could be heard

Career plans for fiends

 Saint andrew heights
High hills with terraces
each one for a person
their sense of wealth

Driven down to the swamps
to the schools and abandoned streets
not far from the perimetral
Timeless lost absent crescents of streets
fickle as labrynths

Fickle as moss concrete brick stairs
As the drug dealer threw little sachets of narcotics
landing in sandwiches, half opened mouths and newspapers open
Riding his pseudo-neo futuristic segway
A ceo in his own underpants

The cops watched from their shaded car windows
drizzle humidifying everything
Instead of arresting the miscreant they tipped their hats to him
Productivity was high at the office that day

Hobo James

 They hugged the corner of the food stamp cafe
where we could get beans for pocket change
Comparing our woes and our lacks
Staring at each other´s eyes
begging and provoking sympathy
The cook´s distrust a stronger taste 
than sache salt

The street sunlit and discolored
neediness attracted us like flies
A certain amount of our selfish lives
and those whopping failures swimming between
Now we beg and watch for wallets
Fussing for curb space

Low social hierarchy astroturf

 The group celebrated as the cool ones
far and distant from me
Always in the next room with new fun
many meters from me

The astroturf was for all of us
equality and sharing
But the cool ones were ahead
exclusive branch to their popularity

The cheap toys the observers bought us, large yet never enough
What I would trade from my meager pouch of transactional love
To share the kind of space that those big brother candidates did
Body language, tone and sentiment second nature kids

And here I sit ever the rejected child alone on this false green grass
as the others eat treats and hear of how their future feats will pass
I was hungrier than them, left with a full bag of candy self pity on my seat
I could smell it, that overwhelming scent but I couldn´t bring myself to ever eat

Big brother astro-turfers
those skateboarding, rollerblading, kite surfers
Paired up with their social system mate
while I flailed outside their program, pretending life was great

Social mobility from an Imaginary yacht

 The boat trip was going to be a special moment
shore side focus evesdropping as we boarded those launches
Wind disagreeing with ambition dressed in poverty
And off we went to some other shore
as if we achieved a higher feeling of family

Rocking boat his face as fresh as yesterday
Can you transition from tool to personality
From interest to care to some semblence of love
over the waves always late 
sand has the same flavor as the grains we ate

The boat trip family excitement
Wind pushing back, mother panic
The surf shoving and frowning
what could possibly quell
the fear of drowning

They gave us the polish, towels and pales
to smear upon millionaire´s panels
of their fine yachts, their holy grails
For we couldn´t sail
It was never about who you were, but what you got

My chest beats the sea

 Is my heart hooked to the land
where the grass is short, hills are steep
not for the weather but the mindless sheep
trashy poplars brag in the wind
cul de sac bullies lurking on the corner

Is my heart buried like a treasure chest
under the patch of bush that hides the river from the road
roots as my veins blood in the rain flows
the soil my food in my mouth and nose

The taste of hills and mountains so near
Alas I dwell thousands of miles from here
a reality that I chose away from the known
The boring close I´d rather it on my own

A rule I broke, parting from the crowd
a rule that kept me under that long cloud
when all I wanted from the world was the sun

an angle that could warm me from the cold alone
with my heart in my chest in my home
Abroad, foreign to you, other side of the sea foam

In a lifetime

 Destiny´s laughing fork
fate´s knife

One tine you will cling to
the long steel decades
Until the twilight seagull sings

That deep long blue dusk
the afternoon of your life
manipulating our sense of distance
tree tops absorbing those last rays

Destiny´s driveway
Hopeful footsteps scrunch stones
patchwork noise rebounding off hedges and fences
closing in on the mansion