Beer drinking men On the wake of the morrow...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Beer drinking men

On the wake of the morrow,

Just to bury the moon

Or perhaps their deep sorrows.

Here comes

Their nervous laughter,

Then the tears,

Shortly after.

A passing bus,

Through the window of the pub,

Muffling the men’s tipsy banter. 

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Lay out the spread on the table...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Lay out the spread on the table,

For the celebrations have just begun.

Blow the trumpets,

Light the candles.

And let us all shine

In the dim light.

Let the present last forever.

And let forever, last and last.

For there’s no talent

Without will power,

As someone said,

Back in time.

Let the present last forever.

Then, let our shine, last and last.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Dear ol’ Portobello...

photo & poem © Jesús Montero

Dear ol’ Portobello,

Perfect

For tongue twisters.

Polish, Dutch, French, Armenian,

Make no more sense

Than Chinese whispers.

photo & poem © Jesús Montero