7 October 1984
Tel Aviv
Aesthetics

External cover
Finishing
Glorify beauty and grace
What there is in essence.
On its own it is nothing
Without it - flagrant content.



25 October 1982
Tel Aviv
Old Man

I have seen him plenty of times going to the grocery store
As if he has all the time in the world
With a red basket
And a small white dog.

His eyes lost their glimpse
Had seen plenty now tired
Large past behind them
Small future in their site.

Lonely and quiet
Routine trail of groceries
And back to the television that helps to forget
Back to the bed, readily accepts.

Alone with a small white dog
Harmless, quiet as his lord
Even with the same mustache.
One day I ceased to see them.



6 February 2003
Brussels
Eighty Three Years

Eighty three years
Have waited for love to conquer
Bring him where he wanted.

Eighty three years
This is awfully lot of time
Woke up trembling
Hugged his partner who slept beside him
Listening to her sweet breath.


1 August 2000
Jerusalem
Dear Shimon

My heart goes for you, with you
As the hypocrite do their did
Around you
Evening shivers on Israel
Night came down
The mouse that roared.


Circa 1984
From Middle Eastern Shores
Home

Exiting Lebanon
Finally decided
It does not belong to us, it is not ours.

Going out from Lebanon
With the flag of the country that sent
So much anticipated, wanted, hoped
And now the time has arrived.

Here they are in order
Line after line, in detail
Confronting those who sent, those who forgot
Returning
Four hundred and fifty
Flag rapped carefully around
Brown cases.


Circa 1985
From Middle Eastern Shores
Difficult to be a Bridge

It is difficult to be a bridge
Just passing
Never staying
Never establishing oneself.

Leads from here to there
Means, not an end
Brief stay
And already overlooking from the other side
Move on, continue.

And it remains alone
Lonesome behind
Seeking some affection
Way out of the cumbersome solitude
Cold.

If at least
It was given
A neighbouring friendly bridge
To cry over its shoulder.


13 August 2000
St. Petersburg
From Voyages
The Academician

Grey hat hides distinctive forehead
And black wig
That he bought for 7,000 Swedish Crones
After extensive searches
Days and nights
Between hundreds of blonde.

On his curious eyes
Wide horn glasses
On wide flattened nose
Holding a blue-cover book
"Spanish Jewry and Its Yearning for the Awakening of Dry Bones in the New Epoch".

Product of ten years of profound thinking
Read, tore himself, probed libraries
Published
Exactly two years, two months and three days ago
With the most distinguished "Obscure" Press
Situated near the world of water.

Enjoys explaining all beer drinkers
His contribution to uninformed science
On this most complicated subject
Researched by seven scientists, with their loyal assistants
In England, North America, Israel, Portugal and New Guinea.

Grey trousers, wrinkled and dirty
Above brown shoes with black heels
During the conference some borscht spilled on him
This was the hottest event of the four-day conference
On "Religion and Spirituality in an Era of Formative Consumption"
Near the oldest sauna on earth.

Scheduled to return to Knoxville with distinctive impressions
To share with his two anxious colleagues
And others who could not care less.
Maybe he will finally complete his monumental piece
"Spanish Jewry and Their Longing to Prophecy: The End"
And gain the long-expected tenure
After ten years of walking in the brown, arid desert.


28 September 2004
London
From Voyages
Single

Immersed in troubling thought
Heavily climbing onto the crowded bus.
"Single?" asked the skinny driver
His voice finds way in between the squeezed sardines.

What single? How does he know I am single?
What? Who?
Why does he ask for my condition?
Why? He squealed.

Gave him an angry look
Then bluntly
"None of your business, mister
I have a wife and kids, you old fagot
If you care to know".

The driver responds with a light smile
"Hard day, haa?
Do my lord wish one way to Hatishbi Street
Or return before night falls?"



24 February 2004
Cleveland
From Voyages
Cancer

I want to stop this terrible pain that eats me
I want to stop this terrible pain that eats
I want to stop this terrible pain
I want to stop this pain
I want to stop
I want
I
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28 February 2006
Oakland, New Zealand
From Voyages
Paganini Plays

I could have expressed that which cannot be expressed
Safely investigate the skies'secrets
Drowned in a million dollar smile
Breathless swallow the present as if there is no tomorrow
Is it love or mere lust?

Gulp every word miss heartbeat
No lips, eyes, breast
Completeness of two
Field to shepherd for two thousand years, and for one more minute
Tomorrow I bury my face, day after tomorrow

You uplifted me to unreachable places
The clouds are no longer thick, the cold does not penetrate
Dancing, floating, go over and beyond the sun
As Icarus, but do not burn
Is this Paganini who plays?


15 April 2003
When Would You Know He Is The One?

When hearing his name makes your heart jump
You'll know he is the one.

When you would wish to spend the defining moments of your life with him
You'll know he is the one.

When you long to share your intimate hours with him
You'll know he is the one.

When you feel your life is incomplete without him
You'll know he is the one.

When his happiness becomes a constitutive element of your happiness
You'll know he is the one.

When causing him pain causes you pain
You'll know he is the one.

When you miss him like crazy when he’s not around
And you feel irreplaceable void in your heart
You'll know he is the one.

When he comes under your skin
You'll know he is the one.
When you grow to believe that there is no justice in Love
You'll know he is the one.

When you feel your life would become meaningless without him
You'll know he is the one.

When you feel unity with him
You feel you would do your utmost to keep it
You'll know he is the one.

When you would be willing to fight for your love as you fight for your life
You'll know he is the one.

When you could not see yourself with anyone else
You'll know he is the one.

When you feel he is exceptional and could not be substituted
You'll know he is the one.

When your being is no longer defined as an independent human being
You'll know he is the one.

When you picture your ideal home and you see him inside
You'll know he is the one.

When you would like to grow old with him
You'll know he is the one.