#poem, «I Live Alone Without A Master»

I LIVE ALONE WITHOUT A MASTER

Watching,
waiting…
To the 90th minute,
zero – zero,
no goals,
bad luck wearing number 10,
tried again and again
but nothing…

A thought of you,
the one who fills my dreams,
especially when I’m with another,
so that when I’m with you
I dream of all those others…

A house is just a labyrinth
constructed caresses and decorated with kisses,
not for me, I’m a cat that loves the rooftops
the city’s home and I live alone,
without a master.

And come the weekend:
bars and clubs filled with gals and fellows
that look like they belong in a wax museum.
Intoxicated by the kisses that I get
from those who share with me
their precious souls filled with bitterness,
I offer one a gladiolus
for solace.
Another I offer a yellow rose,
and urge her to grab it by the thorns,
so that her fingers bleed,
I need fresh blood to penetrate this suburban purgatory
where I’ve made a place for weekends.
It’s a dungeon, but who wants to roam free
when one could be wrapped in these chains of misery…

But come Monday,
we again begin the story
of the daily litany,
the cold war over coffee,
the insipid fall from grace,
forty eight hours of heaven,
and now a phone,
a desk,
this place
where fluorescence tortures my retina,
and blue ink drains my brain.

And when I’m with another I think of you,
and when I’m with you,
with all the others…

C.2025, Francisco Bravo Cabrera – 06 SEP 2025 – Izmir, Türkiye