conquering the insubstantial

i remember well: i was not even ten

and my brother in teen

you taught me to beat the devil

conquering the insubstantial

as we walked in the dark

where non-stop the dogs bark!

now i take rest in the thought:

to come out too late, i ought

not, lest my daughter fear the devil

when one, for sure, she finds

in this land where two are absent:

dogs that bark

and nights that are dark

henry victor     29.10.2002

hope in change

change is at my door step

i must welcome her
old lady who occupied my main floor
is leaving my home

i must let her go

with her there in my upstairs
was much whining
and i had no time

to relax, or

take care of my sugar level
and my old dreams were
frequently nightmarish

while my sleep was shallow

and my stomach half empty
making me a dog
walking with no purpose

change is likely to clean up

mess the old woman left behind
scrubbing floor and countertops
before thinking of a new menu

and a new venue

for dancing and singing
driving further away my baggage
burden of bygone days and nights

© henry victor

curled tail

dawning dusk of my life to enhance
a sense of a companionship
in an abode abandoned by a pet bitch
of over three decades i brought in a dog

whose tail was curled like
the mind of a retarded human
that i tried to uncurl repeatedly
but succumbing to un-success

unwittingly also enhancing
loneliness adding extra weight
and cluttering luggage reconfirming
van Gogh’s ‘misery never ends’

14.08.2012