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
By time
I was aware
the puke was everywhere spreading
like the universe
I could see traces
of yellow
and acid
pain spiraled in
this was suffering
but I
emptied
free of content
overtook space
as a substitute
to
existence.
Nihilistic Poetry Blog
Dame un minuto
para desvestir
el
exterior
de su tangibilidad;
ya no
importa
¿qué es real?
lo
único
por hacer
en este segundo
es revelar
todo
lo irreal.
Poesía NIHILISTA
because the wind grows my nails
I sit this evening
on the ledge of an ancient
mystery
the rain is the dream of the present
the noise of rock
of my bones –
penumbra is the rejoining of fragments
in this quiet atmosphere
speech is green grass returning
to the distant seed
because the wind has fed from
these thoughts of dimension
I am bottom
of the
pendulum life
Modern Poetry
No pido mucho
no se me antoja ningún imperio
simplemente
trato de ver
luces de luz
tocar
madera de árbol
erotizar
cuerpo de piel
desplegar
poemas de letras
embarcar
cielo de espacio
soñar
vida de ilusión.
Poesía Nihilista
I don’t talk much
what’s going to happen
probably doesn’t
that my silence
travels here
nowhere else
unshuffled words
my ideas circle
like moths
about a light
inconsequence
too bad
I aborted eternity
for
this spurious
paradox
of
life.
Nihilistic Poetry
Beyond Language 
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