Wednesday, September 19, 2012

Me sonrien los cambios


Loquacious
Realizations

Cover no ground
When dug up from under

Ageing
Molded avowals

Or rescued
Late-night revivals

Startling
Switches

Do not make better
The syncopal series de ausenscia



This epoch
Has passed

Through unforeseen gaps
of disappeared fingers

Pathetically
Small

These generous
Inventions

Scald
And insult

What it means to possess
That rose-colored affliction