Sometimes what rings
is not my mind but
the sound of my temple vein.

Do not ask for justice
it always comes second
ask always first round
even the worst bartenders
would buy you the last.

And if nothing comes
-and I cannot promise you
that something always will –
something perhaps will never come
something perhaps is only going
alone
as ever
on the other side of the road
constantly on the other side
of where you are looking at
and what you throw away
someday returns
-from the other side of the road-
and stares constantly at your
eyes
with eyes like yours
and asks silently
what you avoid
so many years
to answer
– who are you?
and it’s straight from the heart
when I tell you
-1 don’t know
and if I lie
well, I’ll take it with me as I go.

*From the collection “Sunrise over nothing”, Plan B Press, 2018.