New
York deli
the die is cast
in God let's trust,
and everyone is learning soon
the action is not, mind you,
in the map room,
today we have gadgets and apps,
old-fashioned war rooms are in collapse;
we can turn the planet to bits
in just a matter of tweets,
tweeting is easy and fun,
somehow resembling a gun
filled with water and mud
or the firing squad
which can eventually tickle
a pickle.
shooter
moments come and go
mixing
up emotions and wander
until
you become numb
crude
experiences
unravel
before your eyes
as
you run out of choices
on
an iceberg
that
is always
the
indifference
of
others
when
you realize
that
you don't have
an
owner's manual
for
running
your
life
candour
revisited
I
was buried in the foam of ideologies
once
promising
the Eden at my fingertips
improbable
as it seems
that
will come eventually
with
a magic lunar eclipse
and
I am ready to greet
awesome
legions of fools
who
believe just like me
in
the old grammar schools
in
a time
in
a land
in
the spirit of goodness
and
of truth
lived
by all
at
its fullness
when
a crafted new human
will
be ageless and clever
and
a world without guilt
our
blessing forever
Elena
Malec is a philologist by trade, poet and artist by choice. She has published
literary criticism, prose, poetry, essays, haiku, books of gourmet cooking,
ikebana, morimono, and art. She lives with her husband in Southern California
where she dedicates to painting, writing, making rag dolls, ikebana and haiku.
Her books can be found on Amazon. Her haiku and senryu is published in many
online journals.
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