The man who cried

It was only half a day ago I met the man who cried. He was tall and fat and letting people see the tears roll down. I was quite surprised because I didn’t know men were able of such a thing. He could at least have covered his face.

The King of the Monsters – The Challenger

Godzilla, a monster steeped in myth, stands in the middle of the destruction he has caused. The army does its best to evacuate anyone who has not already left or been killed. A war like scream shatters an already fractured scene. Godzilla looks up. The people stop in stunned surprise. There is a second monster. The ground shakes as footsteps come ever closer. Closer and closer the noise becomes until the challenger stands facing Godzilla. Now there are two monsters, but there can only ever be one king of the monsters.

Resolutions

I'll eat better this year. Exercise more. Speak less and instead open up my ears. I'll spend less money on things I don't need. Keep my apartment clean and do the dishes at least every couple of days. Find someone who loves me. Get a job I enjoy. Start saving. Keep in touch with old friends.

These are old resolutions for an old year. This year, I just want to be me.

The Violinist

The wind in front of you and I after,
Pushing your soft fragrance towards me.
I'm there. My head in your neck, delicate.
And you knowing just what to do,
Like a violinist holding his violin.

Raymond says:

I had forgotten to look for you. Your pictures. Locked in drawers – the bottom ones – to escape the temptation. To avoid getting distracted from Mr. Gorbatchev, Mr. Reagan, walls and federations, parliaments and constitutions. To avoid love. I mean: you. Ten full years spent in a box: a junkie, yes, but an academic junkie, nevertheless. One of the students looked like you. My career was in danger for five seconds. Then I looked beyond her, as I usually do.

The King of the Monsters – Rampage in the city

The earth shakes. Windows begin to crack and break. The people are screaming and shouting as they run from their buildings. A shadow engulfs them. BOOM. A fist punches through an office block. People scream and die as the monster tears through the city. The army tries to stop him, but their helicopters only become an extra toy for him to throw, as he continues on his rampage through the city. The monster appears completely unstoppable, and he is surely the King of the Monsters.

Conversion

I have become bold in my insistence on non-conformity,
having re-birthed out of
the sin of church-halls in boxes
lined row on row by crosses
mixed up and faltering at the hip.
Too old and rusty,
they need a little oil in the hinges,
a little life in the bones
(a little bit of Smugglers on a long winters night)
You pluck a tune on your guitar, the one they all forgot.
I know the sound.
I remember.
There must be some way out.
This round's on me.