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Vienes a la ceremonia

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Vienes a la ceremonia como enlace salvaje de mi silencio, tu lógica bien apasionada. Atestiguas la cadencia que estalla dentro de mí en este instante.  Sazonas mi fuego, sostienes los hilos  invisibles manteniéndonos juntos con un retrato  que enciende mis ojos. La suma de todos los minutos,  esos detalles minuciosos,  esas correcciones no especificadas,  se han grabado en mi mente. No ocultaremos lo que nos une. Ven a mi ceremonia  con voz tan salvaje  como el silencio.

In the Dark

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In the Dark I spent the whole night with my arm in a hole. I was not in a classroom of saints at that hotel on the outskirts of town; queen size bed too soft to feel any comfort. A vulgar living arrangement. Spent the whole night with my arm in a hovel instilling the devil with witty rage. Words no longer dazzle, they’re in the dark. Write what you kill. Let the snail piss on your mask. Remember: when you go to the cinema to see Hollywood movies, you are not white, or black, you’re not even Jewish. Don’t get into something as complicated as God. Don’t argue with me. Don’t sell Barbie doll ribbons. Don’t bring me their severed limbs. Don’t ask me to learn to respect things I can’t see. Touch what you kill. I haven’t been able to write theatrical screenplays for a couple of years now. Drama is nothing more than a passing skill better done in the dark. I spent the whole night with my arm in a hole.

I Guess I'm in Love

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I Guess I'm in Love I guess I'm in love, and it is stupid, absurd. Love songs make me cry and feel lonely. At night I watch more television than usual. I've fallen in love with Jose, and Winston has fallen for me, a lternatively, Alberto and Victor, I laugh, and I cry all at once when I kiss them. You do understand that I'm smart but humble and simple, and I find great comfort in also being truthful.

out of your mouth - tanka

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out of your mouth nocturnal treachery... your trickery adds syllables and pauses to my ashes after pleasure

Poems Up @ Cultural Weekly

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Three poems Up @ Cultural Weekly

Under a Beech Tree

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Under a Beech Tree Dancing through stillness the stars learn of the tireless work and bleak future of thinking. The message unclear possibilities unknown. They cross the cosmic streets flaunt their lives, their afterlives. Cling to sensations when physical bodies are absent. Bodies use to hearing songs while lying on Mexican blankets, drinking poems, reading wine, heads stuck in the heavens.

Let's talk about us

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Let's talk about us, we are not simple but yes, we're vulgar. I'm not sad or happy, my resentment is made up of frost, understand me? We need very little. For example, more time to kiss two or three  other mouths without committing. We need plausible passion in the background of what  we’re willing to receive, maybe loyalty and commitment. But we’re soft and stupid, and never stop crying. Mud drags the earth  that unites us. We’re misery  of infinite nothingness,  and everything’s  understandable frost.

Precipitation

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Precipitation My marble gaze flings against the front glass. The wind whips, licks, tames my bifocals. A tree stripped of its sad spangle vibrates, almost boils, in the open air. The artificial crack in the front glass, like my love never ends. The arrhythmia reminds me to take off my clothes. It's like walking on hot coals when I walk without you. The twin rocks of my crystalline eyes tremble when you say your name on the other side of the phone, it rattles my eardrum. I hear your voice on the phone and it's raining.

Dilapidated

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Dilapidated You left the island on my lower back  deserted. Today my own carnivore flagpole  eats at me from the inside.  The carousal begins. It spins around red orbits on fire.  I know I am at the center of a dying planet. My headband kisses the ground,  while I imagine my scrotum exploding. The walls of my body wrapped with small jelly beans, our misfortune rejoicing.  They urge me to this pressing urgency. Convulsed, out of ordinary words.

Nothing is

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Nothing is Others have already said but I'll repeat it: Nothing is forever ... Not even this disguise, my naked body, that I jealously guard in view of everyone. I have dreamed everything that I am so as not to leave empty the lines where the other should go: the other, the real one. Dreamed that I'm stuck in mountains of water. My house uprooted , floats adrift in the current towards a precipice. DNA of escape inherited from my grandfather . That's why I sent you my nudes closing the door.

Desiderata, Is It Needed

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Desiderata, Is It Needed         There are days  you walk around dazed and you're not very friendly. Minutes, even hours,  find you lost and I know  my presence confounds you. That's when you start talking in whispers. It's your way  of asserting the strands  of silver on your head, your Lord of the Flies dance  around my campfire. Don’t let it blind you. Virtues  abound in everyday heroes.

Poems Up @ Former People

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Poems Up @ Former People

Desperate

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Desperate The sea blew wind chimes, wind chimes dried the red roses, the roses heads of martyrs. My memory full of words, my thoughts looked for ghosts, forgotten nightmares from many nights ago. At dawn, my thoughts flew like seagulls. In the lit windows the ever-present portrait of death made desperate efforts to flee.

Poem Up @ Califragile

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Poem Up @ Califragile

Poems Up at Unlikely Stories Mark V

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Poems Up at Unlikely Stories Mark V Unlikely Stories Mark V

El por qué la Mujer Maravilla siempre se afianza sola

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El por qué la Mujer Maravilla siempre se afianza sola En e l sinuoso devenir  hacia mi destino perfecto voy a ser como  la Mujer Maravilla  que hasta en su soledad se maravilla de si misma  pero es incapaz de separar a su Amado  de lo que se ha convertido

Collusion

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Collusion Your eyes gazed on me with such quiet simplicity that for a moment they awakened my already unusual feeling of sadness. Your eyes examined me with such quiet despair that for a moment you awakened my atrophied piety. Your eyes looked my way with such hushed curiosity that I was briefly shaken by the iron teeth of a curse. Your eyes studied me with such desolate intensity that for a moment I blessed the miserable glint of tradition. Your eyes glanced at me with such unparalleled interrogation that words were just utterly useless. Your waterlogged eyes pored over me with such desperate love, that for a moment I thought I’d discovered the terrifying image of complicity.

Vienes a esta ceremonia

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Vienes a esta ceremonia como enlace salvaje de tu silencio, su lógica bien intencionada. Atestigua la cadencia que estalla en este instante, sazona el fuego, sostén los hilos invisibles que nos han mantenido juntos sin quemarnos. La suma de todos esos minutos, esos detalles minuciosos, la corrección no especificada de cada media hora, se ha grabado así misma en los centros que ocultamos de los seres en que nos hemos convertido. Ven a esta ceremonia como una voz que vuelve tan salvaje como tu silencio. Todas las contingencias están abiertas a la discusión. La buena voluntad puede ser el tema en el aire.

The arch of my life

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The arch of my life would not be the same without you in it. That's why these words are not just for you. They are if you want, somewhat selfish. I like to think that even in silence, and at a distance, you're always there. It is important that you know I feel you closer then what you really are, and that I celebrate you. I sense the kisses and hugs from one of your homeland, here in the Caribbean of my heart, that you enlightened and illume.

This Friday

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This Friday  is an indelicate   gesture.  It neither shouts nor kisses  nor frightens nor hugs.  It contains rage, does not let it out.  It is a hand that dances in the nude and is sought.

Dave Brubeck - Take Five (this is what Jazz is supposed to sound like. Excellent recording!!!

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celebrate night - tanka

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I celebrate night, the beauty of its murmur with the almost whisper of the ashes falling from my cigarette

Poems Up at Unlikely Stories V

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Poems Up at Unlikely Stories V