back of the box

hey numb nuts!

he calls across the street

& I of course don’t think he means me

but he does

we talk over a beer or three

& I ask the why of it

its like man y’are back of the box

so often we talk & your answers come deep

seconds mebbe minutes

after the rest of us have moved on

you seem to need to think before you speak

so its like you’re kinda numb y’know

& I don’t though I kinda do

I am back of the box

being remote from the drama the dross

that floats across the street the world these eyes

& if I took it all in

man what an ache that would be

& for a moment I toy with the idea

telling him the things he has missed

failed to notice in his rush to label others

but you know he wouldn’t appreciate that

so I let that go let him slide

as he grins yeah man just like that

so I sigh & we order more drinks

life is safer for all of us that way

la España lo hecho de menos

caminos vecinales cubierto en polvo

los perros salvajes que comen cabra de  borde del camino

café-estanco bares rosquillas secas

los jamones que cuelgan del techo

el influjo en el humo de cigarrillo

la sudación en tazas de papel

caras extrañas con una sonrisa suave

para el forastero guardado

aún ábrase a lo que puede venir después

millas de olivos

en tierra esculpida antigua

los toros negros que están de pie ferozmente

la espera de muerte por la tarde

los campos auríferos donde el trigo ha sido

ríos secos para andar por las mañanas

los viajes para millas que esperan encontrar

cervezas frías tapas en tardes largas