cosmology

I offer you

I offer you
the wicked cosmology
of my tongue

the desiccated sun
floating in the surface
of my thoughts

I have here for you
the language
of the flame

for you
the oval blaze
of nothingness
flowing
like light and mirror
inside the disfigured artery
of this dream

for you
the wet age
of my despair

in your hand
the gusts of my knowledge
storming
the crumbling walls
that divide
body and infinitude.

 

 

Poetry 2011

faking pleasure

political poetry

lands
boundary
relative to
infinity and vacuums
my passport to being
in a Rorschach bureaucracy
never mix philosophy
with politics
my motto even whilst
severely drunk
yet

 

I remain silent
don’t
can’t
defend any position

 

let me pretend with
you
that this system
has foundations

 

like the planet
earth
resting on top
of an endless accession
of turtles
till
the end
of
space

 

I see their
heads.