Instead of Smiles
Instead of Smiles We all have specks of hate gilding blue our day in our bed of magnolias, flecks macerating juices, framing cheerful blooms, its leisurely fruit. What seas, what tempestuous depths beat against our chest? Instead of smiles, they open claws and fangs. The sea raises and its roar stirs celibate waters with hatred. Behind it comes another wave, another ferment, another secret giving you more of its hate. The studded tower rises like an emergency, it is a monument of unbridled fury. When we feel the smell of burning flesh there's such a deep cry, a mask on fire ignites our words. We all have a lethal spear in our tongue, because where there was warm blood, explosive blooming bones, bones without woodworms, doggedly, hate grows, its tongue scalded by the atrocious vinegar of meaninglessness. And our hearts, made to house love, thrash our muscles, pump the desperate juices of anger. When our