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FAR AWAY AT HOME ________________________

David Bellarosa



FAR AWAY AT HOME

Copyright © 2009 by David Bellarosa, all rights reserved.



copywrite,

2008 + 2009



Published in March 2009

from North Carolina.

Written in America.

New York City, New Jersey, Portsmouth NH, Boston MA, Alaska, North Carolina; sometimes driving.



This book edition is published by arrangement with its Author.

Lonely Giant Productions

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*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





In the desert,

all the humor is dry.





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





I know a guy

who won’t ever think twice

about hanging out

and smiles all the time

but he stays a little too long

and he’ll smoke too much

and he’ll always try to make you laugh

but he’ll never tell anything you tell him ever

and he’ll never kiss your ex girl

and you can keep borrowing the same ten bucks always

but no one appreciates him

and he smiles all the time





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





My phone is dead

and people write off a person

with a dead phone

like someone who tells

they’re leaving town,

six months in advance,

unless they’re a millionaire





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





When I finally saw her again

her face was thin

and she was wearing too much make-up

I made a scene anyway

but it was like talking to a waitress

or a little kid

I used to know

who had grown in ways

and lost the things

we had understood for each other





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





Today is one of those days,

when I can’t get up from lying down

and my charms

are all leaning up against the wall,

by the door,

smoking cigarettes

and biding their time.

I have to remind myself

I’m not usually like this,

that this is just one of those days

I’ll get smiles and laughs and kisses

and seduce people again

but not today,

This is one of them days.

I apologize,

I’m not on today





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





Sometimes,

I feel like an old technology

It’s a useless passion

to be me





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





He used to have a long ponytail and he cut it

He's working again and he lives in Sayreville

He's got a rough job

You think it's just two days

but it's everyday he's doing it

When he brings it down the hill

by that white building on the left hand side

they consolidate it all into a big truck

and take it to the dumps





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





How shameful it was

to see her

sweating bubblegum tears

and sighing winds

that could drown

the most seaworthy of ships

She still reminds me of myself

when I forget who I am

and where she’s been





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





You said you liked how I’m an American

and how I am as one

I liked that you weren’t

and that you spoke Portuguese

I liked your bottom and your sides

and some of your questions

Thank you for cutting my nails

It was nice

watching all of those movies

laying down

your hair out the shower

and our meal

I didn’t know you threw up so much

I don’t really anymore

and never have for those reasons

but that isn’t why

I haven’t called





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





A tree is,

but I cannot just be

because I had to be a Person





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





Black Man in a White House, November 4, 2008.



Things would feel a whole lot different,

walking around,

with him in there.

I voted for him today,

in the basement

of a new church,

prayed upstairs afterwards

I hope he wins

I’d like to talk to him





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





It’s been raining here for 3 and a½ years.

And it is days like these

I think of you

And how we left

And if the sun

will ever

come out

for me

again.





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





My couch is blue.

I lay on it

pretending it’s a raft

and I’m drifting away,

above the dirty floor,

beyond the television.





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





I shouldn’t be here anymore

Should be gone already

Should have left yesterday

but my apartment is filled

with too many things,

and more dust

than a gravedigger’s shed.

I’d leave tomorrow

and let the mouse keep it all,

but I haven’t seen her for days.





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





My heart

was a dead bird

and you found it

like a little kid





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





Hercules with his swollen arms

couldn’t save you now

You’ve lost it kid

and forgotten why you came in the first place.

Settle for second or third

Try to remember a time

when you weren’t so picky

hard on yourself

more charming

better in the room

Maybe even the best





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





This morning I dreamed

that I woke up

and it was the future

and we looked out the window

and cars were flying

and buildings didn’t touch the ground

and people were all hurrying around

and I had to get to the bank

and buy a gun

and meet someone.

but I couldn’t leave

until I found something

I couldn’t figure out what it was.

Then I remembered --

my glasses

in the refrigerator

And woke up

And never made it outside





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





The people who live on my ceiling are a real hassle

and whenever they come down and complain

it bores me to death.





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





I’ve got a number

Of a place

You can go and sit

If you need to

There’s nothing to drink there

And you can’t smoke

But they’ll let you sit

And they won’t bother you,

Ask you any questions,

Or take you away





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





I saw a dead rat this morning

on my way to the train

He was curled up stiff

and had bright red blood

all around his mouth

like lipstick.

Next to him on the ground

was a little empty drug bag

from the night before





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





You know how to take care of a man

When I was putting on

my socks and shoes

at the end of your bed

you sat up in silk robe

and rubbed my back

and kissed my neck

and made me feel good

like you wanted me to stay

My grandmother would say

you’re an Oriental





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





I never really lied to you.

They were always as innocent as

telling you I caught the mouse

and let him go outside

so you would spend the night





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





The wake’s over.

The cars are all leaving.

Don’t you dare smoke

on your way to that cemetery





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





When you’re sick

and coughing

and can’t smoke

and have little money for food

and shouldn’t take a girl out

because you wouldn’t be very charming

you should stay home

and cough

and not smoke

and not spend money

and not take a girl out

because you’re sick and should eat,

and you wouldn’t be very charming anyway.





*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*





Sitting in the bathroom

at home

I think about

when I make it

will I still have to do this.

I think about the President

and Martin Scorsese

If they ever say to themselves,

Man, I still gotta do this.

After all I’ve accomplished.

and I scratch my head

and I wipe

and I flush

and they do too





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