Lost Goon Stick Seen At The Amalfi Coast
the surface of the sea
is warped by the weight of cargo ships
around them the footsteps of Jesus
rain beaten seagulls follow his path
nibbling on trash and occasional small fish
confused by the splash caused by the soles
of his feet
gradually
the largest ship too
vanishes into oblivion
your last chance is a fishnet
hanging from the waist of Jesus
forgotten by the children of lost fishermen
Guardian Angels
a pistol is held to your forehead
in a bosky alley of the night
you search for the face behind the hand
as you wait for the click of the trigger
and
instead you see
the hand holding the gun pull back
you take a deep breath
and when your lungs
fill up with the air of hope
a blow hits your temple
a stick-up
the thought enters you
together with the pain
two men stand above you
kick your face
your groin
repeatedly
without rushing
one of them leans above you
"you little piece of crap
be happy
you still
alive"
perspiring at you