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.

no human will ever ask
5,000 euros for one night
in an small apartment in rome

i survived wars
and financial crashes
i will survive
skipping cake
for one night
as well

wind
orange
witch
scary
black
night
spooky
candy
bat
pumpkin

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!

like being the only person
on a small sinking boat in january
in the middle of the ocean at night
and there are about fifty sharks
swimming around your sinking boat
and they are very hungry
and you have aids for ten years
and never told anyone
and you are sorry for so many things
but you can not apologize to anyone
because soon you will sink and
sharks will eat you