To A.H

I need a friend like you. I swear to God

I am not another horny male

Deep down diving on internet

Looking for a girl

To mate it with her

 

Should you please read the last verse

Before judging me

 

I am just tired

Not using Tinder or Grindr

I am just looking for someone to talk about books

And poetry

(I hate poetry anyways)

Art and music

And learn.

 

I am I am I am

Maybe just another “writer”

Funny fact that I have written a lot

A total of 5 novels, six poemaries and short stories

I even have a blog, and another one hidden

But all this in my mother language

Funny fact that I do have a lot of friends

Again, in my mother language

We talk about books

And poetry

(Did I mention I hate it even in my mother language?)

Art and music

And we always learn together

 

But in this language

The one I call the tongue of the dreams

I have little to no friends to talk

Of these odd tastes

Only coworkers, neighbors

Some acquaintances

To purl about sports and politics

Which I hate more

Than poetry.

 

I am a father of four

I have a wife (I love her)

I was born near the Caribbean Sea

Then grew up down in south America

Next to the very end of the “Los Andes cordillera”

I was reallocated to the USA

(By my employer)

I wish I can writer better in English

Like I do when writing emails and letters

Contracts and paperwork

Which is the reason I have succeeded

In this world of America’s corporate world

But beyond that

I wish I can write more

And I am doing the best to achieve that

I just need more friends to talk

(I swear to God, all the poems I do are not always slave of rhyme)

Don’t need you to read them all

Or to read me

Just to talk and let it be

Learn and learn

So I can once and for all

Master better my feather

And write.

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Ed.