Once, I was sitting and painting rain –
Straight lines on white paper
Straight as pine coffin boards
Flat and straight, like soldiers in the ranks,
who stand and wait for order
fall down on the asphalt –
That straight and smooth
like a white wall pierced by the bullets, that get stuck in it,
like words gets stuck in the heart –
sharp, precise, cold words
like skewers with pieces of meat on them
like water washes away the lines of rain
flowing down on white paper.
words
a dialectics of violence
Save on your mental shortcuts
in attempt to relive a second
that we just finished living!
That is always a trip:
through my mental roadblocks,
on my mental paternoster.
and I purposely forget the mnemonic,
a conjuration–
an abracadabra
that we just expelled on each other.
Take your perfume and a crossbow
and go hunt alligators in The Miami-Dade sewer system.
and I’ll do the dishes after the dinner.
an independence day
A girl in American Flag dress
is dancing under the fireworks
and the pouring rain
at the casino parking lot.
While I’m siting in my car,
two immigrations behind,
watching the burning sky.
We are both happy
with where are we now,
yet I can’t get myself wet,
to celebrate that night.
a circus
A red clown–
standing upside down:
dismembered-dressed by the cubist mind
into the geometrical psychosis;
balancing on his red nose
on the tip of a pyramid.
and a white clown is cycling around,
laughing-crying.
I don’t laugh.
(annoyed and tired)
I Need a drink or a joint, or both.
(I really don’t mind)
Hence that will be a bad example
to the children around.
And as follows anxiety and paranoia,
will join the hysterical clowns–
to mess with my mind.
Grind.
“Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrr”!
words #5
There are not enough words
in the world to fill the volume,
equal to the volume of an air
we inhale every time
we’re taking a breath.
Yet, no words needed
when we exhale.
A dialectics of a dying fish
washed to the shore.
Say no more.
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