last night a friend reminded me
that i should write poems more often.

at that very moment in my head
i came up with the best poem ever.

but this morning i forgot most of it
and all i remember is:
mayonnaise and béchamel
are not so hard to make at home.

i told my friend
that he should check out
my poems
because
i wrote a poem about him.

but that was a lie.
i did not write a poem
about him.

simon was
an assistant cameraman
on a movie
edited by a wife
of a second best friend
of a producer
who saw al pacino
in los angeles
seven months ago

i was watching
a jean-paul belmondo
youtube video le professionnel
and it made me very sad
because it reminded me
of my father, his life, and the things he liked.

at the same time
i was in a weeks long discussion
with a friend
about what is feminine.

i asked her
if sadness is feminine
because she knows this
better than me.

because
if sadness is feminine
then watching a jean-paul belmondo video
is very feminine.

i will be
your last friend
who licks your ass
after your
explosive spicy
bloody diarrhea.

when the night is cold
when the evil is too strong
when the volcanoes erupt
and the weak cry for help
when the nation needs a leader
when women need a lover
when men need a friend
when we all need a hero
whom shall we call?
whom do we need?
mr clarke!

sucks
sucks
sucks
fuck, it sucks

you can live with them
and you cant live without them
they are your best friend
and your worst enemy
and one day i will be a parent too
which is so scary
and so far away

i would not like
to have my penis cut off
by a cigar cutter
to fall face down and
break my teeth on a rock
to insult someone so much
that they never speak to me again
to have lumbal punction
or to burry my children
while dying of
a very painful cancer
while my wife is cheating
on me with my best friend
who owes me money

angelo asked me for
hundredth time if i have a webcam
and for hundredth time
i told him i dont have one

the older i am
the more i like him
i guess when i am hundred years old
i will like him a lot

a child in a man’s body
or a man in a child’s body
is the question now
but he has big ears
and is surely a fine lad
hooray!