distillation

poetry distillation

the shape of your neck
wrestling with my focus

I could have smiled
and twirled a spoon
in my coffee
to taste the dimensions
of your spiraling
lips

I’ve wondered
how your body
would resist
being against a window
freezing like dew
in the dawn

all that we study
to forget
the longitude
of an instant

laughter
– yours –
dripping
from above
and there is no
sky here

let’s repose
and dissolve
like heat
ripples
from a distance

over
an unfamiliar
path.

nihilistic poetry

al lado de las cosas

casi
quedo acostado
en la acera

porque si
ahí
me duermo
dormiría para siempre

recordando los pasos
anónimos
de todas las épocas

resucitando la lluvia
y la sombra
que alguna vez
cayó en esta
acera

porque si
ya estoy cansado
de ser función
podría ahora
reposar

como una cáscara
de banano
sobre el pavimento

o goma de mascar
sin más sabor

callado estaría
sin estorbar
en un óvulo
negro y plano
sobre esta
acera.

 

 

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a stroll

flux

I saw it
and
I knew

my heart
was laying
there
on the
streets

I came closer
and studied
it

it was half
an apple
no bites
not even a nibble

and in it
was all
that I call
my heart

what is the meaning of life
asked a kid
as he pulled on
my sleeve

nothing is what it seems
I said

I left the
half-apple
behind
uncertain of
where it will end

it’s
strange
as it
is

to find
my essence
in such a
trivial object
standing still
amongst all
the flux

so I walked
away
not caring
of the consequence
of caring
too little about
what consequences
are

whatever
that means.

 

 

 

of whatness

piece of truth

what
was
it

this
fable
of deformities

life

when all
thought
is of the size
of a grain
of rice

and you shave
to feel the snow
on your cheeks

clueless

of how you
indefatigably
will love
the next
occurrence

in this
fable
of ideal
encounters
with something
real.

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry

a donde sea

al_tiempo_poema

ya no
quiero sentir
mi volición

quiero
ceder
absolutamente

flotar
como un
ojo suave y ciego
en un río incandescente

caer en avalancha
con el devenir
del tiempo

ser súbdito
del espiral

y que mi última palabra
sea un amén
a lo que tenga
que suceder

 

 

 

PoesíA NIHILISTa

casually

unknown sky

Reality too sad
to be entrusted to the permanence of oblivion.

a young syllable
could escape

and make
a sun
within its
hermetic shadows.

I will remember the meaninglessness
how everything became
justified in its destruction,
a collapse so universal, it happens in an instant.

I dream about nothing and nothingness dreams about me.

Like two lovers morning and evening
rip off their names
and lie naked in the pure event.

I remember the laughter of the mystic,
his eyes flapping like wings in the open sky.

The mist of words
dissolving like incense
into the unknown.

 

 

 

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry

an apology

cigarette poetry

I took your lighter
because it contained
the history of fire

I lit up a cigarette
melting the tobacco
into the fluid of smoke
lava pouring into my lungs
and my pupils expanded
as ripples on glass

I took a sip of tea
heavy with that coat of earth
my tongue
plowing
through its spicy furrows

at this speed
my head was dizzy
banging against
the horizons of
abstraction

I was hungry
licking the enamel walls
of totality
dissolving its porticos
its buttresses
its ornaments
as my appetite
grew
with these ecstatic
fragments

I flicked
off the ash
and walked
away with
your lighter

sorry.

 

 

 

NIHILISTIC Poetry

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vino poesia

Joven la hora
se hizo
en la aguja
del sonido
que almuerza
en la bulla
de mi bostezo

donde estaban?
las extrañé!

las palabras
ebrias
igual que
los santos
borrachos
con tantas ideas
de dios

mi voz
cayó como nota
grave del piano
en media oscuridad
antes de la luz
del dilema

entiendo
ahora
que siempre
dije cosas
que nunca
se interrelacionaron
con la realidad

esta mirada
es obra
de un misterio

y ese humo
que le llamo percepción
rompió la memoria
de lo que sería

años
y cebollas

adiós
al rancio pensa-
miento
¡cuantas mentiras!

y ahora
utilizar
el silencio
como una almohada
en el desierto
del conocimiento

ahora sí
descansar
como cráneos
en la millonésima
ancla del tiempo

ahora
en la nube
casi ángel
que nunca
sube sobre
el horizonte
de la razón

ahí
en esa órbita rubia
de otros cálculos

ahí con
azules vinos
de otros
corazones

ahí
muriendo
como pez
sin sueños

ahí
y
ahora

libre

 

 

 

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