LIFE

Thinking that 

while I can,

I will drill holes

into this vision

that is the veil -

like a fly trapped

behind the window pane

obsessively hitting

with all its life.

Home is a Daily Repair

A pipe leaking - 

There's always a leaking pipe,

some electric fault,

a fluctuation,

the window in the room

that needs attention,

something.

If nothing,

the commode needs flushing

or the apocalyptic dust

through a wormhole in space

has settled all over,

always something -

Home is a daily repair -

of emotions, relations,

of mundane routines. 

VIEW FROM THE WINDOW

Windows are always on the verge

Of rooms

Of houses

Balancing finely between

Inviting in or out

Like eyes

Seeing and dreaming.

Then there are houses

That can't even be called houses

Where the metaphor hangs

Between a window and a door.

One conveniently leads to another.

Our ancestors understood this dilemma

Advising us not to open 

The windows when

The neighbours are bickering

Or making love.

In those moments

Houses become a divine window

Opening into one another.

Windows, they advised,

Should always open into hearts

Not into blinding green gardens!