I don’t want to amuse you, I’m not your sarcastic clown,
things are either funny or not.
I don’t want to inform you, I have nothing to say
about politics or how the economy works.
I want to give opinion, personal, uninformed
about the million ways to be unhappy,
about this girl I saw last evening, this dream I had this morning,
this opportunity I will let pass tomorrow.
Once I went to McDonalds with a girl, just to get some free Wi-Fi
and she said I should order something.
I didn’t; I’m a writer. I don’t eat at fancy fast foods,
I prefer a kebab stall in the middle of the street, but I also know
that if I throw a ball, my lapdog will always try to catch it.
I live downtown and have windows to the ceiling. My flatmates
like to shut the curtains, so neighbors won’t see,
but I’m a writer; I don’t like curtains; I open them all,
I prefer plain sight, but I also know
that loneliness is not the bane of society but the source of all inspiration.
Once I heard a girl tell too much about herself in a poetry slam,
and I felt embarrased for her; I’m a writer, I talk about everyone
even when I talk only about myself, but I also know
that sometimes I feel the urge to write something,
the most nonsensical stuff, and share it with the whole world.
Once I moved from Argentina, and I haven’t traveled much since.
I’m a writer, I don’t need to go anywhere;
I just need somewhere to stay, but I also know
that cats fall always on their feet, but if you throw
a slice of bread with jam to the air, it will always fall on the jam.
I have a stable job and no girlfriend; it feels wrong
getting back home after sacrificing eight hours of my life
for no one but me, but I also know
that Hitler may have escaped to Patagonia in Argentina and it’s a place
I would also choose to end my days
after I’ve done enough damage to the world.
Once I met a witness, then a Baptist, both tried to convert me
and I befriended them. I’m a writer, I don’t adhere to anything for longer than it takes
to read a new book; though I can relate to anyone, but I also know
that crocodiles are sexist; a crocodile embryo will always be female
unless the temperature in the nest is perfectly warm.
Once I wrote these verses in a retro bar, with a pen
borrowed from the waitress, my friend said she seems lesbian,
but I said that maybe she just has bad taste in haircuts, but I also know
that two rabbits plus two cats is four, unless the rabbits are eaten
or they have kittens before the final count.
Once I went to dance and the girl I went with told me
That I dont know how to dance only for fun.
I`m a writer, I know dancing is a socially accepted mating ritual,
I am not oblivious to the instinct behind this all, but I also know
That everyone likes eating steak, but there`s only a few
who would have the guts to go and kill the cow.
Once I found a cassette and my friend wondered what it had recorded,
I’m a writer, I threw it away and finished this poem, but I also know
that I’m just a guy with a borrowed pen, and sometimes it is nice to stop
and spend some time doing silly stuff, like listening to music,
building up a civilization or hanging out with a friend.
by Juan M.S