Poems

The man who looked after penguins suicides In the beaches abandoned of the world

Melancholic and alone, with penguin
​Melancholic and alone on a beach
Melancholic and alone. No riffraff.
No tired. No ugly. No miser.
 
Melancholic yes. For a path
Of Sargasso and death and net.
The happy bottle. This doesn’t fail.
The bottle, the night and a penguin.
 
Melancholic and alone. Sea of feathers.
Where are your friends, your family?
Drink a little, smile, cry, smoke.
 
Don’t stroke penguins. Is zoophile.
Don’t confuse the sand with the foam.
Be grateful. Remember. Reconcile.