A poem I wrote when I was married

A while ago I was married. I found the perfect girl in the mountains of Bulgaria. I should have stayed there with her, and if I had we'd still be hitched, have a big family in a village and shoot guns in the sky at the new year. But I messed up and brought her here. She grew sad quickly. I saddened myself. Collective sadness grew to the point of bifurcation. How tragic, yet how tragic the American girlfriend, the wickedly satisfying yet meaningless phenomenon

Under the doorway

You hear people in
the hallway, because there is
space under the door.
I think you are drunk,
my dear, and your spills
on the bed sheet, your wine,
your beer bottles filled with
tobacco juice, your late night
laments of youth lost, your
awkward hair-pulling kisses,
they are sweet but they are
fading, like your skateboard
stolen unprotected one meaningless
crater-filled afternoon.
Sometimes, honey, when the rain
chases away the neighborhood
fireworks, I will come to you
in the dark stairwell, and knock
at your door. You are and
are not ready for me. But over
chicken soup and beer
you will think again and come
alive and awaken like the snow
when it melts in late Fall.

Never question a good ninja

I was perplexed at Miguel's chasing of women. Was it aimless, was it fruitless, at times it seemed his project existed simply to get women, and then at other times it was clear his project dominated his life, comprised his life. I had noted earlier that Miguel's project consisted of an alignment of values, a concept Moraline introduced. But what about the girl chasing? What about how he would observe how his ninjutsu, how his television ads for his dojo, were making him popular in the clubs?
I was sceptical, not judgemental, just sceptical, and had little time to reflect during my journey.

But he possesses a total alignment of values, and one of his key values is to have a son, and for this he must mate, and to mate he must find a woman, and if they are running after him in herds (they are) his job is easy. If women love him for his ninjutsu, and ninjutsu is his true passion, his project that is his life and dominates his moments, then women love him for his complete alignment of values--they are magnetized to his authenticity. He may well be an ethically perfect man.

So I will never judge a good ninja. A black ninja I shall judge and condemn and fight to the core. But a good ninja will fool you in the right and correct ways. Miguel can sense a man through a wall. He can avoid trouble and danger. He listens to the words and worlds of others and will make predictions.