in a distance

phenomena

I’ve wondered
to know nothing.

Seeing
my sea
of conscious,
weave wasted waves
of experience
into hairdos of light.

I’ve wondered
of returning
to enormous view
and an amorous
climax of confusion.

I’ve wondered to drink
night from water,
in unabridged absence
of divisions,
without order ,
with rain ribboning
the eclipse of impulse.

I’ve wondered
to forget
the sounds and the signs,
to find a strange design.

I’ve wondered
to know again.

Spying new round volume,
phenomena impenetrable else
glitters like a city;

in a distance sleepless to remember.

 

Contemporary Poetry

hacerse nada

negro_haciendose_humo

La sangre brilla

y se
seca

como sombra.

Todo termina,
el remoto monasterio

de tantas
estrellas
y la arena.

Hemos aparecido pero ni
permanente es la luz
columpiando

como columna de humo
en nada y nada

pero un sueño
se viste de eventos
y gran sucesión de fundamentos.

Todo termina
otro eón arrugado en parpadeo,
mira el lenguaje

lanzar su
triste código de ideas.

La vista ha visto
tan poco que

es pequeño eructo
de puro finito.

¿Me oyes? Usted
que está tan atrás
tan arraigado en esqueleto
usted tan carne y alboroto,
balanceando el dolor
sobre el golfo de la pena.

¿Me escuchas? Todo
terminando escama de lira,
tanta mujer con clavos
haciendo lazos de luz
sobre la cruz.

La gota del caos.

Este mundo,

aquí.

Independiente, extraño
atravesando la memoria,
como un viento
inventando las ramas
de la vida.

Todo termina,
sin borde derramándose
sobre el negro

como una palabra
haciéndose piedra

y luego lento humo.

 

Poesía Contemporánea

A man walks into the store

pack_of_smokes

A man walks into the store and buys a pack of smokes.
You see him leave and get into his car. Drives home and smokes one.

You’ll never see the man ever again. That’s how it goes.

But the next day you realize;

He was a man that once had a cat.

He had a theory about the universe,

and a tear that sat like an effigy
in the cubicle of his sad brown eye.

Contemporary Poetry

another age

happy_ash

The dichotomy of any echo,
and the complementary laughter
that stings the heaps of sad
like a muted ray of moonlight.
In the lungs an aurora fills,
nails the stars and releases a joy
that I feel breathing for labyrinth
& the sun has a vein
with the footpaths of June.
If all these years the veil
or unbinding a wall brick by brick
allowing essence to flower like a spiral,
I’ve been telling a tumbling few
of the essence tucked in the
foliage of the song, but who
waits with me for morning
for a Cluster of Sails to Seville,
for two centuries of warm
illiterate frenzy;
for nothing left, and
come back another age
to tell the world that its angry jaw
cannot transfigure our pile
of happy ash.

Contemporary Poetry

al nacer con nada

al_nacer_con_nada_poema

Anteriormente
estuvimos arropados
en un circuito
de mudos nudos.

Recuérdalo, antes del color,
antes del primer sonido
que entró como daga
por el oído.

Anteriormente
éramos desconocidos espacios,
abiertos y durmiendo
tan llenos de vacíos.

Recuérdalo, antes de que la piel
rozara con la historia, antes
de que la noche se congeló
en alegoría infinita, antes.

Anteriormente
había desnudez,
un mundo entregado y agotado
en cada instante, luz pura lividez.

Recuérdalo, antes de estructura,
la marea
mareándonos con intraducible
movimiento, ausencia corpórea.

Anteriormente
abordábamos eterno
esa esfera sin fronteras,
el interno invadía el externo.

Recuérdalo, antes de la soledad,
cuando no había fondo, ni jamás,
ni objeto, ni muerte –
todo siendo lo mismo con todo lo demás.

Poesía Contemporánea

no memory of shine

touching_light

I must convince
you of the truth
that I often
see soften
the beam of light
that unites the things
of thought.

I must have
you agree with reality
which evaporates
desire on skin’s petal.

I ask you to slough
opinion – nakedness in
the water and nebulae,
all after these
layers of years and
emptiness then.

All is firm glimmer
in loud ambiguity
this instant is cold
shredding the world
in absence
to the strangeness of the gods.

All is there to see,
I’ve added nothing new to this
box of history and often speak
as a flattened mirror
carving the light in no memory of shine.

I must convince you
of boundless disappearance
and this awakening toward
death has the taste of liquor
in the mouth of a man
that knows he’s
alone.

 

Contemporary Poetry