Follow the designs
of the fruit fly course
and swallow the silver abyss
of the month, like a pocket of lungs
in the tissue of paperwork,
the wrong eschatology
roaming freely in the
painless nurture
of nature – there
flapping endlessly
in a wind of glimpse.
con hora y hielo
destilo la razón-
muero.
Muero.
máquina diseñada
para añorar la
inmortalidad.
Con época y épica
concentro la oración,
vivo.
Vivo.
alma destinada
a soñar su
ficción.
dO you smell the crust
of the aging mutation,
with mY despair
spreading
on the epidermis like
a rash of Saturn;
I’m seated on the stool
of a cosmos, looking at
the eyes of the bartender
that serves one last
drink of bitter birth;
the memory of orange sequence
expanding in the wave
of the hour;
the noise was a velvet number
dialing red, green, blue
in the connection of perception —
a nook like the sun
an insignificance
with the oblivion spangled
moments.
The axis of third world haircuts
the bland greed of vodka drinkers
the pale skin of the lonely heart
the tomato sun of the market
the prison noise of the taxi-bus
the Cyrillic insistence of the numbered floor
the deathblow in the eyes of the stranger foe
– Chisinau my jail –
the guilty joy of soaring through the clouds
the change and the chaos
the memory
and the wait.
Seltzer star
fizzling like a pill of dust
in the throat of mass misery
wrapped in prison hours
and seconds of miniature perceptual escapes,
the culmination of moths around the light
of the existing moment;
wrought in carrousel indictments,
suspended voice and hermit name –
like a dog,
in the senseless procedure
of understanding
the cause and reason of events,
have I been freed
from the road of collision
with the master plan of chance?
I stay longer
in the night brimming
with fizzling astral loathsomeness
my hand in the pocket
and the wretched expanse
as a dark expression of
mystery.
Costa
orilla
litoral
trazado en mi angustia
con aguas de cielo
apaciguando la roca
de mi tristeza –
costa
orilla
litoral
atravesando la idea
de mi existencia
con aguas de salubre soledad
reventando contra la roca
de mi propia imposibilidad
costa
orilla
litoral
forma de culebra
en la arena de mi iglesia
con aguas de semillas
sembradas en la roca
de mi dios artificial
costa
orilla
litoral
colocado como una verdad
en la cruz de mi pensamiento
con sus aguas de ave
en el vuelo de la roca
que golpea mi corazón
como una profecía
de ensueño
costa
orilla
litoral
de mar rojo acostado en el
sentido de mi piel
con aguas de azul parpadeo
apretando la blanca roca
de mi negro ser.
The sadness of the suit –
hung
the window shop
like a memory
carrying the scent
of an effete cosmos,
the wrinkles engraved
as snakes on a dead desert
of polyester,
the trapezoids existing
shadows in the skin
of the pattern,
and the sadness of the suit
saturated with the rust
of a regret, the shoes
of temple sacrifice-
the suit gray and occidental
ail and sober
standing brave
as the soldier of ruin.
Hunger of blue void
the mirror of the sky
like a desk where I write
the big numbers of silence –
light blue song I imagine
traveling the fields of
my childhood, was
there a wrong window
in the house, an opposite
shadow to the sun?
Hunger blue beginning.
I’m ready to wrap the folds
of the blue world around me
and sleep, like an inebriated god,
through the eternities and the distances
of the missing answer.
La capa amplia del árbol
la gota de fuego del semen
y las estrellas que viven como obras de aire
que nos rodean como pequeños ojos
de transparente
movimiento en la invisible selva
del deseo, la bolsa negra
en donde en aleatorio barajeo
se mueve destino y sueño
como impulsos de un ciego
amor a la vida.
take some
seed
of
the
noise
steal a
sky
from the
clouded silence
trace
the
color
of this fictitious
birth
engrave
the
nail of death
in the blood
of fear
collect
the
honey
like a
bee of
queenless nights
measure
the eye
and taste the
tongue
of the eternal
nectarous
DOUBT.
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