MLM
by Fanz Hugo
It’s often easier
to fool ourselves than
to fool some others.
So what if you fool
yourself into it,
believing it is
easier to fool some
others? Not yourself?
Welcome to success.
{END}
Monologue from a Dream on May 1st, 2011
Monologue from a Dream on May 1st, 2011
by Fanz Hugo
“People are here for close encounters, not relationships! This is a different world to them! They are here to escape the boring life they wouldn’t lose, to have their wildest desires fulfilled, to take advantage of young girls just like you! They dont’t care if you are good or bad. Don’t you? What are you looking for here? Who do you think they are?”
Her father had already come and was cutting through the crowd towards her.
And she kept her silence with angry little eyes.
“Are you listening?”
{END}
Her Older Self Wouldn’t Recognize Her Twisted Face
Her Older Self Wouldn’t Recognize Her Twisted Face
by Fanz Hugo
Her older self
wouldn’t recognize
her twisted face.
It’s a maze.
She’s running,
on bare legs,
towards a
little boy-
her brother.
Annoyance
and delight,
all at once.
Her elder
sister follows,
too bored to
care. She knows.
She won’t
remember:
her face twisted
from hunger.
{END}
The Son and the Girlfriend
The Son and the Girlfriend
by Fanz Hugo
Two men sitting
beside me talked
about the way
of their lives.
The western shirt guy
has no wife and kids.
He’s not allowed to
use peanut butter.
The Asian suit guy
loves his son
and his girlfriend.
Now that’s a story.
How strange was that:
The shirt talked more
about family and kid
than the suit who has.
You don’t want to
talk about it unless
it’s all sunny side up.
Like there’s no crap.
The one who talks
despite the tragedy,
is the one who
becomes comedy.
{END}
Who’s Hungry
Who’s Hungry
by Fanz Hugo
Feeling down.
Walking ’round.
Sadly moved by
a mellow song.
On the street.
Down the train.
Bus delayed by
the pouring rain.
Back to you.
No, you two.
Who’s hungry?
Me too.
{END}
Swing, Slide, Ducks
Swing, Slide, Ducks
by Fanz Hugo
Swing, slide, ducks.
That’s what she said,
waking up from
a nice afternoon nap.
Being fearless on a swing,
with one hundred and twenty
degrees of the whole
world to live through.
The fear of the slide
came from growing heavy
enough to drop out of it
and hit the ground.
The ducks are so many.
Always happy to see any.
When they’re gone,
Always happy to move on.
So the routine started
to stick. When asked
how her nap is:
swing, slide, ducks.
{END}
Like Ten Years
Like Ten Years
(A Love Song Unsung with The Words of Brett Anderson)
By Fanz Hugo
Like kids
Like refugees
Like a thousand you-and-mes
Like friendships
And well-done fish and chips
Like trash
And chemistries
Like dog man stars
Like we’re he-and-shes
Like ten years of hit and miss
Like fools
And tools
Like winter sons and sisters
Like relationships
And their still warm guns
Like ten years
Such as from
2005 to 2015
You and me, we’re
No longer where we’ve been
{END}
Book is a Weird Creature
Book is a Weird Creature
by Fanz Hugo
Book is a weird creature,
Who’s alive only when it’s read.
And knowledge a lame teacher:
who teaches only when it’s shared.
{END}
A Girl’s Gone in a Dream on January 10, 2014
A Girl’s Gone in a Dream on January 10, 2014
by Fanz Hugo
Last night I had a dream.
In a neat hotel room,
for the time or date is irrelevant,
I found the utmost peace of mind.
I was laid low and couldn’t see
beyond the window.
But out of ridiculous confidence
I know what I’d see.
A quiet urban community,
wide streets with shadowing trees,
the sky azure –
oh that I can be sure.
A dozen children
running on the square;
a shy boy reading alone,
too amused to care.
The protagonist’s one and only love,
a smiling girl who likes grey doves,
was walking towards the crossroad,
where the antagonist was waving to her,
with a large bunch of roses to hold.
The rest is irrelevant now,
since it always ends with a bow.
Then she’s gone.
{END}
The Box of Shame
The Box of Shame
by Fanz Hugo
He knew it was coming.
Eventually he was given
The Box of Shame,
by his favorite employer.
He kept quiet as usual
and walked slowly
out of the building,
holding the box.
Everyone on the bus
glimpsed at it. It was
just too obvious
to ignore the notion.
A youngster, holding
his smartphone, came up
to him and asked,
“Mind if I take a photo?”
He looked up
at the young man
and paused for a brief second,
then started smiling.
“You see, that’s the spirit!
No I don’t mind! Not at all!”
{END}
Fanz Hugo 