My Penis is Clean
I don't wash my hands as I urinate
The naked truth is that my penis
Is clean all the way through
As is my soul
It has been with me since I came to this world
Go ahead my friend
Shake my hand
Nothing bad will happen to you
But look at those that clean their hands
All day long
Body lotions and detergents
Boiling water and refreshments
Cannot wash washout their guilt
Stay away from those clean
Go ahead my friend
Shake my hand.
April 27, 2013…
A part of me
Suddenly you're coming out of your name
Rami Shatz was always there
A part of me
Of my adolescence.
Naftali
November 16, 2013…
A Nightmare For Ever
What you see is a distant star
My human flesh is locked under my skin
Screwed to the skull and the hip
My breasts have a perfect look
They will never decay
Don't even think of stretching your hand
I shall be your nightmare for-ever.
April27, 2013 …
On The River Bank in Mindanao
The old man looked into my eyes
Don't talk around; what is your family name?
I calmly replied: Jonathan Matias
Is the army general Bal Matias your relative?
Yes, he is my father.
Do you know that here in Cotabato
He killed many of my Jihad fighters?
I smelt the outcome of the interpretator suddenly loosing
The fish soup into his pants
The old man exchanged a few words with his K-47 carriers
Then they all started to laugh
The interpretator: Any of these soldiers wouldn't have been born
If it was not your father who raped so many women here
They would be your half brothers
It's the only time I felt proud of him.…
My People Of The Street
People on the street
With some of them I walk
Side by side
The others are approaching me
Face to face
I will not remember their names
Will never see them again
But they're the people of my life
And I wish them well.
April 29, 2013…
Crocuses don't need Snow
Crocuses are piercing through the snow
For me it's courageous for a little flower
A decision of survival
Disappointment
A result of expectation of a poet
Last winter there was no snow
But the crocuses were blooming
Everywhere.
August 24, 2012…
Mongol Tuuli- epic poet
A stormy wind propelled out of the tuuli poet's throat
In front of me a herd of wild horses
The stone-floored hotel lobby in the city of Nethanya
Trembled as they galloped through the steppe
The dusty air and the yellow grass
Made them thirsty
They walked unto a clear mountain river
Three young warriors on horses
Hidden among the birch trees
Suddenly they moved in between the herd
Altan jumped out of his saddle
His comrades have seen a flying steppe eagle
Grasping the back of a wild stallion
The entire herd followed
As they entered the tribe's camp
Three white female doves greeted them
The one with a golden forehead settled
On Altan's shoulder
They turn to a beautiful maiden
He would be the great khan
The circle of poets
Were the canyon walls
A poet-shaman brought an echo from
Altai and Khangai*.…
Observation
When I eat it
It turns into matter
When I walk among it
There're my dearest fellows.
November 30.11.12…
Except God
Via Dolorosa
Bethlehem
Nazareth
All is holy in the Holy Land
Cocca Cola made in 200 countries
Here it is holy
The people of all nationalities
Are holy here
No rationality behind any of it
The facts are holy here
The Jewish-Arab wars
Are holy
Every stone every wall is holy here
Except god.
December 8, 2012…
Mushroom's Disappointment
Disappointed
I returned from hunt for mushrooms
An empty a shamed basket
Not a single one.
Why do I need this forest?
That failed to provide me with a mushroom
Not a single one
Why do I need any forest?
Why do I need any land at all
Why do I need the whole earth?
That failed to provide me
With a single mushroom
Not a single one.
December 15, 2012 …
Blood On Cherries
In July of 2014
Shootings are going on
All over my garden
A blind bullet whistled
So close to my head
It hit onto a cherry tree
Crashed cherries have a look of a
Bleeding wound
I shall not tolerate homicide in my garden
Come close to me my love
Take a lick of my blood
I taste a cherry fruit she replied"."
iJuly 8th, 2014…