Withdrawing money from the atm,6:43 am

   It strode with huge unwavering steps
       across the road,relativity
    some of it was in the air
        and i hoped it were a little true about everything,
         i put my jar inside a bigger one
      to try to save it from the
           street sound of nothingness

The General

"Only grief will live,Fear dies with me"
    the prisoner said,
  as behind his back,unknowingly
    a guard walked up
  to kick at the stump of steel
     jutting out of his right shoulder,
  The prisoner convulsed uncontrollably
      like a bird stuck in a clot of wires
    "Water..Water..Water..."
    He stuttered in an electronic voice
  "Get me some water.."
       The General said,looking at the guard
 as he stepped away
   from the fresh stream of blood
      that had made its way
    down the spine of the prisoner
       to the soiled floor
          "Water..Water....!!"
     The prisoner beeped,his voice
   lowering with his head,
       The General watched his head
     slowly dip to the floor,
         like a cube of ice
diving towards the bottom of a jug
     "Guard...Guard !!"
     "Sir .."
     "Water??..and give some to the other prisoners.."
     "Sir??"
      The guard's tone was inquisitive marked by an exasperated sigh at the sight of the prisoner
     "Only one has to die today..for the rest of them to know,that i can save them"
        The General rose to his feet,and looking at the latest heap of flesh he had seen turn dead
        he shook his head sideways,gently..
      "Grief lives only in hearts that do not fear,friend..Those who fear,will eventually have to hope..."
       He paused,as if for a second his brain had tossed itself inside his head as he whispered to himself
      trying to prevent it from scattering on the floor with other remains of the dead
    "And he did not fear....o lord and he did not fear..."
       The General drank from the glass in the hand of the guard  till it was empty and let out a meaty groan of tiredness as he walked out of the cell.After he left the guards unchained the dead mass to be fed to the furnace in the morning and sprayed the floor with water all night long.During this time they whispered among themselves" A wife..?? Yeahh i think she's his second..three kids ..oh yes he's the best..21 years ?? really ??..has a terrible laugh...this laugh ??..".As one of them gagged himself to make it look like a monkey choking under water,the sun had risen and the fire in the furnace had been lit.

6:07 am

Growth
1.
I'm not growing,
  my knowledge of percentages
    makes me calculate to little accuracy
  the worth of people,who in my corruptive
    imagination bury their dead
   in front of their houses

2.
The undertaker says
    he can write on water,
so i believe what he tells me
   and slowly cower back in

Foresight

Night falls,barking windows to all
   all life darkening or shut,
except one from behind which
   a child waves to me
       endlessly..

Asymptote

1.
Back in the day.
  It makes my head spin,
just saying that
   for i'm nothing like i was
 yesterday

 2.
   The old man
  who never sits alone
 in the evening,
    has been seen whispering
  to the tails of dogs

3
 And it was dusk,
   when the boy ducked
 under his mother's skirt
  and pulled on it fearfully until
it emerged along with her behind,
  that there was no heavy breath for him
    without pain.from then on
   he was led to believe
there are no dogs in the yard. 

Love before a poem

 Love before the poem,
    must mean getting to the point
       the point ??..Be water..not the eyes
   Have you searched inside the cases
      you carry everywhere,
            scratched them nude
    to their spines ..for
     it would be conveniently magical to find
   inside them,some rotten tongues

Two poems

Events are symbolic, 

  like a rabbit

lit by the lights 

    of a speeding car,
biting on a sunflower
    with his heart
 in his mouth..

   

the oddities of exchange
   can be measured,
in the deft kisses
   on an
 abnormal growth of skin..

Dreams catch on,
  as i go fleeting past
the casket of summaries

Men small enough to fly

 Have thoughts,
    like orphans
  stranded at the forthcoming..
    Have a heart
  unusual for its
     voice
   Have a song
 free
   of its instruments
   Have a wall
 but first have
    the will to demolish
  Have a lap
of victory
   just to be sure of your loss
  Have a little
breathlessness,
    all the time
  Have an opinion
in matters of
  life alone,
 Have a little rage,
  have a mirror it can't
    look away from
   Have a fight
  to win yourself
     a moment away..
   Have relativity
 to variaions
     in noise too
  Have a journey
marked not only,
     by its ends
  Have a morning
where you tell time by the hand
  that pulls you to your feet
  Have that thing
    what they call,try to call..
      never will be able to