an analysis of sadness



dO you smell the crust
of the aging mutation,
with mY despair
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





the process

Chisinau Central Market

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.

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seltzer star

Mystery sun

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

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Costa … orilla …. litoral

trazado en mi angustia
con aguas de cielo
apaciguando la roca
de mi tristeza –

atravesando la idea
de mi existencia
con aguas de salubre soledad
reventando contra la roca
de mi propia imposibilidad

forma de culebra
en la arena de mi iglesia
con aguas de semillas
sembradas en la roca
de mi dios artificial

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

de mar rojo acostado en el
sentido de mi piel
con aguas de azul parpadeo
apretando la blanca roca
de mi negro ser.

soldier of ruin

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The sadness of the suit –

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.

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