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Bonsai

Bonsai, tree-flower
Make me small enough
To sleep in your shadow

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2011



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Strange Desires

One can't be a man 
Without having strange desires
To sleep in a mother-of-pearl shell
At the bottom of the sea
To swim and dive 
In a drop of morning drizzle
To take a delicate snail by the horns
Ride electrons 
In their befuddled orbits
Or send an e-mail to Jesus Christ for Christmas 
To smoke with the pipes of volcanoes 
To untwist the reddish hair of comets
Have sex with a cachalot whale 
Play golf with stars and black holes
And put on your beloved’s finger 
One of Saturn's rings
One can't be a man 
Without having these desires
You die
The desires remain 
Keeping the human race alive

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2010

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Seagull

A seagull chases
Its own cry
Over the ocean

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2010

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Miami Beach

The ocean licks the shore
Like a puppy
Near high, pompous buildings
While in the far distance 
Hurricanes are wrecking the coast
There are yet unawakened hurricanes 
Why do people give them pretty human names?

Days here are full of sun
Glasses full of drinks 
In the numerous bars
Where people forget their troubles
Which they’ve brought along with them 
They are facts of life

My footprints are immediately wiped out in the wet sand
And the tail of this verse
Snatches with its beak a seagull
That screams far away
Distracted by its prey

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2010

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Illiterate

Illiterate is the rain
Rolling down the windowpane
But it can write your name

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2011



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Parallel Lives

You should know
I’m not who I am
The one who you see living an everyday life
Being paid for the job he’s doing 
Sometimes with pains in his back 
Or in his knees
The triumph of stupidity giving him migraine headaches  
He who reads the papers and hears the news
And drinks with his friends or alone
And smokes an old pipe secretly so his wife doesn’t know
He who worries about the lives of kids 
And struggles to write the unwritten 
 
I am a man who makes his life far from here
Who explores unknown places in the earth
Who nips in the bud monstrous hurricanes 
Who holds a tight leash on flooding rivers and spins energy 
To light up the night
Who reveals through the cosmos the history of creation
Who helps find the names for new stars 
Who takes protons apart like shelling walnuts
Entering through quarks 
To get at matter’s secrets
Who can make the dumb speak and deaf hear 
Tuning in to the world’s cacophony 
Who appears in the path of barbarian hordes
And crushes them
Who destroys wild dictators 
The minute they step away from their thrones
And people wake up smiling 
Who finds the roots of medicines for each disease 
Who undoes the greenhouse effect 
Saving the world from global warming
And in the evening
After conducting a giant orchestra 
And a chorus of a million children in the Sahara desert
That he has caused to blossom with olive trees and oranges 
Returns to his home 
To lie only a little bit tired 
Near the quiet breathing of his beloved wife.

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2011

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Aso

O volcano Aso
Please lend me your throat 
To say a few words to the world

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The Rain

How funny this rain is
Wetting itself uselessly 
In the sunshine.

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The Dog

How rich this sprinkled dog is
Shaking himself, throwing into the air
Millions of diamonds

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Bodega Bay, California

Dusk in Bodega Bay
Soft dunes 
Like the backs of gray bulls
And Salmon Creek 
Slipping into the Pacific
To the big water
The wineskins of winds 
Are open fully 
And the Pacific Ocean never pacific 
Wages eternal war with a sloping shelf
Where pines lean frightened to the land
When you eat fish in Luka's bar
And you're happy that you're not a fish
Far away in the deep cold water
Where the sun pulled the night up
Like a huge blanket 
To cover its legs

Copyright © Betim Muco | Year Posted 2010

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