I have been standing
here
for the last decade
people call me weirdo
rocklike
monument
or
nothing
what am I waiting for
in this passive
insistence?
I will tell you
the glimmer in the eyes
at the exact moment
when the next one
realizes
that everything is in its right place
and nothing more needs
to be done
the rest is fable.
Modern Poetry Blog
Donde
el campo
como gris anatomía
crece como risa
en el hoyo del cero
que multiplica mis pensamientos
y las gotas de la ventana
son lluvia de mi sangre
del cielo transitorio
jugando como una sensación
sin los sentidos de tacto
visión
audición
gusto
oliendo la eternidad
en el espacio
donde se cosen los actos
como una literatura
que las aves leen en su vuelo
hacia el origen
la luz es canción triste
alma vestida de cosas
hoy como nunca
existir es ser
hoja otoñal
Poesía NIHILISTA
the air
suspense
essential passing
I sense life
as a song
surrounding
a cloud
soft motion
I hover
like a circumference
with no edge
the living and the dead
sleep next to me
tonight
broken azure
pieces of joy
clashing
in the silent pause
fly
in curls
in the air
that surrounds
the fallen
melody
of
time
Modern Poetry Blog
I am heaping like an
intersection
of instances
dispersing as the floral
loop of sleep
tangibly draped with invisibility
the static beeping of my departure
witnessing the burst of egos
so uncontrollably distant from each other
in the topography of my identity
I am lost between the trees and the forest
I can’t see the wood
for the raw wildfire of my
existence
all I am saying is that I have no control
in moments like these
being a Buddhist
would have been a good idea.
Modern Poetry Blog
You are
supposed to
kill me
some day
but
I am
of the
same
swoosh
of
the scythe
how will
I
slaughter
my own
being
with the
bullet
of
my iron
joy
?
Automata
eject the unconscious
under the wild smear
of the event
anger
a coil
like a spin
on the axis
of regret
together
like the skies
change as the seasons
of our fears
waiting
while creating
the future
that entertains us
like a drug
in the mouth
of time
Modern Poetry Blog
All that I prophesy
is the way the world
spirals unto itself
there
space and dream
hibernate into consciousness
the product of my speech
is the withdrawal of meaning
in words
from reality to possibility
multiplying the interior
by tearing asunder
every perception
into further
fragments
ultimately
I have noise
as fur over the idea
of myself
beauty
sideways to phenomena
precipitates
towards the pinpoint
of my
heart
Modern Poetry Blog
Una idea
de cuatro puertas
se estacionó en el paisaje
de mi futuro
entré en ella
me ajusté el cinturón de lógica
y empezó a conducir
en círculos
como cuando dibujo garabatos
en infinito en el aire,
la incauta idea
se detuvo al pie
de una paradoja
me obligó bajarme
y nauseabundo vomité
sobre los regazos del silencio;
cuando miré atrás
la idea viajaba por el otro lado de mi cordura,
no me quedó otra que pagar un taxi
para regresar
al asilo
de la
ignorancia.
Blog de Poesía Moderna
there are rare days
that begin
with orchestras crying my eyes
colors dripping memories
city strolls in mammoth steps
I carry pocket-sized chaos
on my shoulder, pretending to be a pirate
on the sea of modernity,
off we sail
into the wind
as plastic wrap
buoyant on meaninglessness
there are rare days
that begin
with suspension points
calmly insinuating that
life is passing by
there are rare days
that begin
with tiny airplanes tied to the tips
of my fingers
seems like I’m about to take off
but then I remember
the anchors tied to my toes
that sink me
into
never mind.
Modern Poetry Blog
Del valle amplio
extenso en cuna
de naturaleza
un paisaje de infinita zozobra
una apertura en el abierto
de la percepción
insondable distancia en instancia
de mis dedos a la punta
todo lo que no soy
de mundo a sueño
el abismo es mi luz
en la oscuridad del terreno
que es extensión
de todo lo que las palabras
no llegan a
comprender. . .
Poesía Siglo XXI
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